One of The Little People found Brian’s lovely nest that she had been cultivating and collected her nine eggs today. The female person and her Little Ones were out for a walk when the oldest little one spotted the nest. I guess he had a slight height advantage on his mother (being about half her height) and could see under the bushes. Brian is gutted and now has to start collecting a clutch of eggs together all over again – after finding an even more cunning nest site, of course.
The ducks raided our feed hopper today; their one must already be empty. We don’t have much to do with the ducks. You can’t tell them apart as they are identical so there is no point in remembering their names (which I have handily forgotten) and they move in such a hypnotic, rhythmic, waddling way that it mesmerises me and affects my ability to string a sentence together. So not much chicken/duck conversation happens.
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