Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. People around: zero.
Stepped in a nest of slaters today – disgusting. There’s just
something about slaters that really makes my feathers curl. I ate a
slater by mistake once and nearly died trying to hoik it up again.
Tasted like turds.
A Poem for a Slater by Ruby
Slater, you’re disgusting
You give me the creeps
I hope I do the same for you
When you are asleep.
Oh, I’m brilliant!
The people are away again. I must say they do gad around a fair bit. Where do they go? What do they do? Why would they want to leave Pecka Pecka? Pecka Pecka has everything one could need: green grass, sweet sunshine, a variety of bugs: some good, some slaters – what more could a person want? It’s no concern of mine really, so long as the feed hopper is full, which it is.
I do miss them though.
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