Some of the local bird population, and in particular our wild pheasants, seem to be getting somewhat confused. Lucie, one of our terriers became obsessed with two pieces of eggshell which I thought were a hen's egg. Closer examination, as in getting right inside the tangle of brambles at the base of an apple tree revealed that it was a pheasants egg that had been beautifully and thoroughly cleaned out.
A fox perhaps? But they usually smash the shells to pieces, I reckoned it was a thieving magpie that had been on the scavenge for food but despite a good root and hunt around neither the two terriers nor I could find any more evidence. No nest could be found and no more eggs either so it was really a mystery egg that had simply arrived two or three months too early.
The depths of winter, frozen ground with snow in places plus a howling freezing gale and some pheasant is laying eggs. Isn't nature is wonderful?
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