The weather has scrambled my brain so egg-like, I want my momma: friend chicken. I mean fried chicken (a telling typo!).
My pigeons had 2 eggs. One hatched on Monday. On Wednesday a dead newborn was lying on the ground in front of my door. On Thursday, there were 2 babies in the nest, one of which has to be at least a week or 10 days old. Very puzzling.
I haven't actually eaten any chicken & it kind of turns my stomach to think of it.
Nonetheless, a craving.
Pigeons can feel the distress of their companions & at times will foster or adopt others' birds.
Apparently, that's more than I can manage.