Shhhh....move quietly, if you can. Tread lightly. Oh dear, the rustling grass. Do watch the pile of dried leaves. That's it. Yes, I thought I saw them over here. Down this way, around the corner. Stop. Right there.
Do you see them?
It seems that a peahen in our Moroccan garden has had babies. How very sweet. Four brunettes and one blond. The mother appears to be doing fine. Silly Maryam. They were hatched from eggs, remember?
Needless to say, the father is as proud as a peacock.
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