Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one – Steve’s egg of grief. Feed hopper: full.
I must say Jack’s been making all the right grief-stricken noises to Brian, but when he is out of her sight he puffs out his chest and walks like a new rooster. I reminded him (none too subtly) that those were his babies too and he cast down his eyes and said, “Yes, yes. Sad, very sad,” and then positively SKIPPED off for an almighty joyous crow – unbelievable.
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