Watching my six-year-old son, Bodhi, wave his arms in the air to mimic our ostrich, Scott, my heart swelled with joy.
“Dance, Mummy!” Bodhi called to me.
“He only dances with you,” I laughed back.
It was 2021, and we lived on an 80-acre farm with my husband, Tim, and our four other children – Charlie, 14, Billie, 12, Dusty, nine, and Tully, five.
Together, we bred exotic birds and animals, and Bodhi loved spending time with them.
He was obsessed with chickens. They slept beside his bed.
But despite Bodhi’s sweet nature, he could also have a fiery temper and often threw tantrums Since the age of one we’d been taking him to the doctor after he failed to reach his milestones.
He ws sent for genetic testing He…
