Friday evening, The Man retired to The Cozy Nook on the front porch for a little post-dinner reading, as he does. On his chair, he found…a gorgeous dark brown egg. An Hermione egg.
It’s been a while since Hermione staked out the porch as a nesting area, and, frankly, I don’t know what took her so long to actually lay there. It’s comfortable, exclusive, chic, and so private it’s nowhere near the barn. I’m guessing laying her eggs on a tennis racket finally lost its cachet.
We found another egg there Saturday evening. She took yesterday off, so I knew to look for her early this morning. And I found this:
Hey, it could be a lot worse. The eggs are gorgeously clean (no sand or wood shavings), they’re conveniently located right outside my front door, and they land on a thick foam cushion, so are in no danger of breakage.
Provided no one sits on them…