Bush eggs: two. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Weather: a bit of a nip in the air, a slight hint of things to come.
Paula seems to have it sussed now: her third egg was well timed; a lovely size and shape, in her own nest – done and dusted. Her choice of nest is a bit dubious though; it’s a little shallow dish, nicely lined with dry grass, everything in place and immaculate, but in the MIDDLE of the path The Female Person uses to bring the duck feed down to the pond in her CAR. Paula’s lucky though – since the orange monster’s been and done its destructive job the sand is too soft to drive on so Paula’s nest is safe for now.
And how do we know that the sand is too soft to drive on? Because The Female Person whizzed down there as usual in her big beast of a car and one side sank in the sand trap leaving the other side up in the air with wheels spinning. The Female Person got out of the car (with difficulty as she was on the high side), circled the car twice, clutched her head in her hands, uttered some VERY colourful language, got back in the car, made it make a terrible growling sound but then – incredibly – the car slowly righted itself and crawled out of the soft sand. The Female Person looked very relieved and clapped her hands like an idiot.
It was an entertaining wee moment for us all.
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