I am ... a horrible, horrible, nasty person
I'm sorry , Mrs Pidge. I had to take the egg away. I can't have little Pidges appearing every month. I'm sorry , please forgive me . Thank you . I love you .
Mrs Pidge flew away while I harvested the egg, returned distraught and settled down again on the empty nest. I feel terrible.
This was the 5th egg. Two hatched, grew up and flew away , one hatched and died and two were disposed off my nasty horrible Mira ![]()
*sighs*
that word always makes me think of Andrew, alias The Weasel. Morning rituals. I love'em. After that, two hours of work and then off I go into town for a meeting with a new client.
