Bush eggs: one. Nest box
eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
We went on a Great
Gizzard Gravel Gather today. It was fun. Jack led us all the way down the
drive, past the mountain and down to the small patch of gravel at the end, very
near to the death strip that the people call a ‘road’ (we did NOT cross it). We
all staggered back with full gizzards. One of the Boys did this crazy body-jerk
thing, which made the gravel in his gizzard rumble like distant thunder. An
enchanting party trick to be sure.
Gravel has uses other
than party tricks though. Gizzards are naturally rough and this helps to grind
up our food. But add a bit of gravel and the whole process is sped up – plus
the added ground-up rocks help the shells of our eggs be super strong. I wonder
if Steve appreciated THAT when she stomped on her eggs?
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