I am waiting for the laying to start. Monica has started to smirk in rather an unpleasant way. “Boiled or fried? Or perhaps you’d prefer the curate’s egg?” was her snide comment as I came in from inspecting the birds this morning.
I told her we just had to wait, you can’t hurry nature. I’m afraid she is not really a country girl at heart.
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