Day 240.

Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: nothing!

The people showed a little more respect today and planted a tree on Paula. It’s a green spiky number and looked rather lovely. I wonder if Paula will get a lump of rock. A lot of our dear friends who are now deperched are planted under trees and then given a lump of rock with their names on – very touching.

Mind you, if The Female Person cares so much you’d think she would FEED US. We’re starving! Oh, I know we’ve got scraps in the morning, can scratch all day, and then get a loaf of bread (not stale) in the evening but we want PELLETS. Gimme, gimme, gimme some Peck‘n’Lay.

Brian is still very low about Paula’s sudden death, which is to be expected. She has taken herself off to a quiet spot to grieve. We are all totally perplexed about Paula’s shocking demise. She was so young and healthy. Not purebred and not overbred – Brian and Jack aren’t related. It’s such a worrying puzzle.

I had a talk to John about his actions to his dear dead sister’s body. He was truly contrite and said that he’d had no idea she was dead; he just thought that for once she wasn’t playing hard to get!