Bush eggs: empty. Nest box eggs: empty. Feed hopper: empty. Heart: empty.
I visited Grey Gun briefly this morning to tell him I couldn’t see him for a while. He asked if I was going on holiday and I just said “No” and walked away. He seemed strangely calm but I could tell he was hurting.
I spent the rest of the day in the nest box nursing my wounded heart. There was no egg laid and no one has noticed my absence.
I am alone.
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