So the struck eagle, stretchd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wingd the shaft that quiverd in his heart. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
I had the best of both worlds when I was a kid. Id spend a quiet week with my mum, then Id go to my dads property in the Adelaide Hills, where there were all these kids and animals running around. – Teresa Palmer