Day 57. Late Spring

Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one - shits and giggles. Feed hopper: three-quarters full. Time spent sitting on my egg: enough.

I decided to have a bit of fun and pretend to be broody. I went all dotty and clucky, then said to Jack, “Right, I’m off, see you in twenty-one days.” He looked very surprised. Brian looked skeptical. Anyway, I trotted off to the broody box and laid my egg. Then I sat for a while, but really, despite what I said earlier, unless you’re actually truly broody it’s pretty boring just sitting. And being in the broody box rather than in the bushes I had no view either.

When I got back to the flock everyone was real cool about my short-lived broodiness and didn’t say a thing.