Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one – it was a bit chilly out. Feed hopper: full.
Bitterly cold today. Just when you really relax into the warmth of summer an icy blast blows right up your egg hole. Still, these sand dunes where we live are great for finding a sheltered, sunny spot no matter what the wind. And the long grass is fun for the chicks to play chase in. Not that we have any chicks at the moment. Steve’s chick is well on the way to maturity: good feathering coming through, body filling out nicely. We still don’t know if it’s a layer or a crower though.
It looks like the chick will have its mother’s patterning: black on neck feathers, tips of wings and tail – but will have its father’s colouring: a rich brown instead of white like Steve. I love seeing the feathers take on the adult colours and patterns. Very exciting.
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