Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full. Dreams involving Grey Gun: couldn’t say.
Buttercup and I shared a moment this morning as we were all scratching around. We came upon a big nest of slaters which everyone else devoured but I didn’t of course, and I noticed that Buttercup wasn’t getting in there with gluttonous enthusiasm either, “I absolutely loathe slaters,” she says. “Can’t understand the attraction.” Hoorah – another voice of anti-slater sanity!
Still haven’t seen Grey Gun.
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