Walking on eggshells

I can hardly stand to look – after the fight, I can’t bear to think of what state the eggs might be in – but Jayne comes & broods & acts like they’re ok. 

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It’ s the afternoon, just a few hours after the melee & the way she had to jump up & down, I can’t even believe that anyone, bird or otherwise, could pull off a balancing act like that without stepping on & crushing the eggs.  She’s messing around in there, head down, pushing the eggs around…they must be ok, she didn’t eat them.  (Remember the unfortunate cracked egg incident?  Read my Crick Crack & the 2 following posts for a further info.)

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.Ok, I finally get to peek – I’ve waited & waited for her to leave…

Ahhh, my little nestlings are ok


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