For the last few days BeAnne has been very interested in a certain amphora that lives in our garden (decoration, not function).
(as you can see, we rather need something to break up the monotony of the green theme going on here)
BeAnne is not subtle about her desire to get at the contents and spends much of her day with her snout down the opening, peering in to see if there is any new developments.
If you can prize her snout out, much to her indignation, this is the beautiful sight that greets you.
Four perfect starling eggs sitting in a bed of old straw and feathers.
Others, who are better equipped for getting the eggs, are not interested. Loki has better things on his mind ….
…. while Wu is playing Living Tetris with Flossie’s fur animals (two “dead” cats and her pet direwolf).
The eggs are stunning but, to be honest, I am not holding my breath that a) they might hatch or b) even if they did hatch, they will get to fledge as certain small furry bog-brush-dog is not going to leave them alone.
I did think of moving the amphora but a bird expert said he didn’t think Mum would return if we did that.
What to do?
Why does this remind me of two of Aesop’s fables:
– The Crow and the Pitcher
– The Fox and the Stork