Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one – my egg of grief. Feed hopper: full. Smiles on dials: none.
Gosh, the atmosphere here is almost unbearable. Everyone (except Jack, who has given up even TRYING to pretend) really misses the Boys. Sure they were trouble, sure they gang-raped Steve a couple of nights before they were Sent Away, but they were our flesh and blood, so vital and full of fun and mischief. We are all rattling around in a daze.
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