We are now overdue. In the interim Daddy has been so industrious bringing her new bits of flotsam every day that her nest is now twice the size it was last week. Compared to that image she is now sitting on a two storey nest.
It also seems on a windy day it is preferable to have the wind blowing up your arse instead of down your beak.
To be continued.
Monday, December 13, 2010
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2 comments:
understandable... you can at least pucker your arse without loosing your breath.
but it looks so uncomfortable having your feathers blown the wrong way.
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