z goes to a childminder called Linda, where she is very happy. Gus visited for a day last week and had a brilliant time. Another little boy has already turned into a hero and z was very attentive to her little bro too. They were both tired out when they arrived home, had tea and went straight to bed. So Weeza is confident that things should go well and she’s looking forward to getting back to the office.
Back here, the Sage has been acting midwife again. The eggs have such hard shells that the chicks simply can’t break out of them, and he has had to help. We had several wriggling their way out of their shells, lying on a towel on top of the Aga, this morning. He chips gently at the end of the shell where the air-sac (I should have spelt that ‘sack’, to give Chris something to correct) is, and when he has broken through then he leaves it to the chick to make its way out. It’s such a pity when the chick can’t break through, wears away its egg-tooth and dies of exhaustion, so he does what he can to help. We have six chicks now, it’ll be lovely to see them scuttling about. We have to keep them under cover while they are little though, there are too many predators about, such as magpies.