Bush eggs: none – frozen egg vents, I’m sure. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full. Weather: cold.
COLD COMBS, it was freezing today! We must have looked like a picture of misery, all huddled together on the front lawn, one leg tucked up into our feathery undersides, necks pulled right in, all heads to the prevailing icy breeze. It didn’t work though; no treats were forthcoming from the people house. Sometimes The Female Person takes pity on us and whips us up a big bowl of warm porridge and raisins, but not today. Sigh, we must be losing our touch.
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