Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full.
Steve called me over to where she was eating today, “Ruby,” she says, “what do you call a fly with no wings?” “I have no idea,” says I. “A walk,” says she. And sure enough, she had caught another fly and had plucked its wings off and it was just kind of wandering around. She thought her joke was incredibly funny but I found it deeply disturbing.
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