Girls of a Feather Medium Print

These open edition artwork prints are printed in England and colour matched to Sarah's original watercolours. They are lightweight and ideal for posting worldwide. Each print comes with a poem for that design written by the Artist as an extra special touch. (please note a few older designs do not have a poem, see description details) Medium Mounted Print 255mm x 203mm with an aperture measuring 190mm x 145mm Girls of a Feather In a box laid with straw Clara swayed this way and that feeling blessed at her good luck Clattering along the bumpy country lanes in the back of the farmers old truck She was on her way to Buttercup Farm free at last from the noisy battery pens Fields of lush green to roam free there is no nicer place to live if you are a hen As the days passed, she was welcomed into the coop although Clara felt a bit shy The country was very quiet and she struggled to sleep no matter how hard she tried After many restless nights looking at the moon Clara's problem became clear Poor Clara hadn't laid a single egg and her heart became gripped in fear The farmer had taken notice and each day shook his head at her in dismay The other girls awkwardly looked at each other a bit unsure what to say Each morning she was so exhausted and no egg would come out The other girls clucked and laid wondering what the fuss was all about Clara was so worried she rolled the other eggs into a bush hoping that nobody saw She found an old straw hat and hid some eggs under there by the barn door She didn't want to get the other girls in trouble but what else could she do? If she was the only one not laying the farmer might end up putting her in a stew Then a terrible storm blew in hammering rain and lightning flashing angrily across the sky Thunder boomed so loudly the chickens started to panic thinking they would surely die Suddenly a loud crack brought a tree crashing down into the coop blocking the door Chickens flew everywhere covered in mud unable to see panicking them even more Instinctively Clara pecked at the wire creating a hole and calmed all the hens down This way! she cried herding them all together and one by one guiding them around She led them safely to the barn where they huddled in the straw pile shaken from their ordeal Thanking her they stuck together through the night with love and warmth Clara could truly feel Exhausted and content she finally drifted off to sleep nodding her little head As rays of sunlight woke her, she looked down in surprise at a perfect brown speckled egg She finally had laid her treasure, such a beautiful sight the very thing for which she had longed All she needed was a storm, a good night's sleep and a feeling that she belonged.</h6> All artwork and poems <a href="https://www.lovecountrybysarahreilly.co.uk/copyright-statement/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">copyright protected by the Artist. Sarah Reilly, Love Country by Sarah Reilly. All rights reserved.