Eggs at Easter time

Dear reader, one cannot tell the joy I have in telling of this delightful little discovery on the estate of my guardians' dear relatives this very evening. Our female guardian was once again gainfully employed within the garden, filling the compostery, when the D-O-G-S became a little excited and somewhat agitated before chasing after one of the Pheasant clan, much to the consternation of my guardian. It is a key time for breeding and nesting therefore the shout went out for search parties to ensure any fledglings were cared for. Lo and behold, dear friends, there amongst the undergrowth was the very thing we feared. A nest of twelve warm eggs; the D-O-G-S were swiftly taken away and calm dutifully restored in an attempt to try and encourage our poor dear Pheasant friend to return - only time will tell. I do so hope that neither the the Brock nor Fox family are in the near vicinity this spring night. With Easter so near at hand one can only pray for the dear little things; a victory for life in the face of adversity would be a true Easter tale.