Wednesday 1 April 2015

Day 208. Mid Autumn. April Fowls' Day.

Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.

We were all in a complete flap this morning. Before we had even got up for breakfast Matthew said, “Right, I’m off,” and he left. Just like that. Not another word said! Well, we had all been hinting that the Boys should go and find a place of their own (all except Brian, of course) but we thought they would all go together and give some warning so we could have a bit of a send-off for them. Not like this with Matthew just leaving. It made us feel terrible and really unsettled. Then at lunchtime he reappeared, called out, “April Fowl’s Day, I got you!” It was a joke, an April Fowl’s joke! The Boys have no intention of leaving. Ever.





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