Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: empty. Weather: very pleasant light rain in the early afternoon.
Checked on Steve. Asked her in a roundabout way whether she had any visitors the other night. “What do you mean?” She snapped all defensive like. But, yes, it turns out it was a hedgehog that had eaten her eggs. It came a-wuffling and a-snorting up to her nest a couple of nights ago and just kept on coming, didn’t even stop when it saw a large, scary, protective hen on the nest. Steve had to get up and leave. Hard to argue with all those prickles really. Still at least it wasn’t rats (yuck). They wouldn’t have stopped at three eggs – they would have eaten or spoiled the whole clutch.
Paula scratched me up another bug today. It’s almost too good to be true.
No comments:
Post a Comment