so one of the girls pulled it off. well, she had most certainly touched a robin’s eggs. she was a bald as a bladder of lard. i never spoke to her, ever. if ivy found a nest all the chicks would be opening their mouths, so ivy would spit in their mouths, she would say ‘the poor things are thirsty’.
we would go into the fields on our way home and pinch a cauliflower and sit and eat it, the taste was just like a walnut.
my brother fred very often found a nest of chicken eggs. most people had them running loose those days. he would go where the farmer was 