Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Weather: a blustery, trying day.
Steve had a rough night last night, as you would expect. She wishes she’d never had chicks and exposed herself to the vulnerability you feel being a mother.
She stayed in the nest the whole day. The only way we got the remaining chick out to scratch was by promising to surround it in a protective circle.
The weather didn’t help and everyone’s nerves were frayed.
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