Good and Bad

One of the BB's laid an egg. From the noise and the fuss Myself was thinking something was terribly wrong. (But didn't go to investigate because like TB, knew Myself would get the blame.) Everyone came rushing out, cuddled the little BB in congratulations (not a happy bird at that point) and bore the miniscule egg back to the house.

Returned almost immediately as another BB started making noises. Not the 'Aren't I clever I just made an egg'-type, but more of a guttural rusty crow. Rather like 'Aren't I marvellous 'cos I'm a cockerel'-type. Oh dear.