Devotion to duty
I wonder if you remember the hen pheasant that I blipped on 14th April sitting on her eggs in a stone sink in my garden? Well she is still there. The daffoldils have finished and she is more visible than she was. But she sits very still as we walk past her frequently. Occasionally she jumps out, stretches her legs and hopes to find something to eat, but 23 hours a day this is where she sits. I hope the eggs hatch soon!
Today's threatened storm is by-passing us completely, pity, we needed some rain.