Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Emotional weather: a sad day.
I remember when Paula’s and the Boys’ sister was killed. A hawk swooped down and took the dear little week-old chick in an instant and there was nothing we could do except stand around and squawk our heads off. Brian got over the loss of her little chick in time, but she had five others to keep her going.
That’s a really good plan for motherhood, not having only one chick at a time, spreading the risk. The people have a similar principle – “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” they say. I can never work out why they have the eggs in a basket in the first place though.
Steve stayed in the nest again today. Jack had a bit of a heart-to-heart with her at one point, but she’s not budging for now.
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