Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: less than zero. Gunshots heard: countless.
Duck-shooting season started today. Now, I make no secret of not liking ducks much but duck-SHOOTING season!? Why? What have they done wrong? (Except for being born as a duck rather than a chicken, that is). Imagine for one horrifying moment CHICKEN-shooting season! The only consolation would be that apparently birds have to be shot ‘on the wing’. Ha! It was many, many moons ago the last time I was ‘on the wing’ and even then it was only for a brief moment.
Paula didn’t come home tonight. She must have a nest somewhere – not that she said anything to me about it!
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