Day 256.

Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one – Brian’s egg of grief. Feed hopper: full.

Brian is inconsolable. She has now lost all her babies, even her lovely Paula. She has spent the whole day in the nest repeating, “What’s the point? What’s the point?” I asked her what she meant and she said, “What’s the point of sharing your love with chicks if they are just going to rip your heart out?” I can’t really argue with that at the moment.