Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: half full. Troubled minds: Jack’s.
Jack was weird today. He asked if I had ever thought about moving. “Sure…” I said. “… My knees aren’t that stiff.” And he said, “No, moving house.” What the wattles is he talking about? He said sometimes he got bored of Pecka Pecka and this house, even though life here is really good. He said he felt “restless” and “wanted a change” and “never really thought he would end up in Pecka Pecka.”
I told him to pull his head in, stop talking nonsense, get over it, and love the life he’s got. I must say he seems a bit young for a mid-life crisis.
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