I went to the balcony and saw, the egg's broken. The pigeon still sits on it but I don't know why she does so, because she clearly knows there isn't going to be a little one coming out of that egg.
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
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hope really makes a mad world go round...
Maybe she has nowhere else to go.
You mean the crow got to it? Hell!
:(
Hmm..
Atul~ True.
David~ I don't know...yesterday her mate was there too, on the pot, and they looked rather sad.
Ghost~ I don't know if the crow got to it. The egg seems like something/someone's pressed it against somethig. It's caved in a bit but the pigeon sits on it still. I'm sure she knows..
Nessa, Shaun~ :(
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