Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full. Post-Christmas tummy aches: all of us.
Grey Gun came to see ME today! That was a real surprise. He looked lovely, all brushed and gleaming. The female person was on his back again and Grey Gun had kind of a natty little strappy thing on his face. It allows him to communicate with the female person and tell her which way he is going to go and how fast etc.
Jack and the Boys were terrified of Grey Gun at first – they thought he was the biggest dog they had ever seen. But I was able to do introductions all around. That tart Steve thinks Grey Gun is “HOT!” What the cluck is that supposed to mean? He wasn’t even particularly sweaty.
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