Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one. Feed hopper: full. Tui’s trilling in the trees: two (try saying that three times fast while filling your face with fabulous food).
Checked on Steve. She’s fine.
Phew, yesterday’s supreme embarrassment gave way to a perfect egg today. I was very glad to see I hadn’t reached henopause yet, as I like to set a good egg-laying example for Steve and Brian and for Paula in the future.
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