Farm Fresh to You - our trusty vegetable and fruit delivery company - also sell some groceries, and this last week they had - ready for Easter - some glazed cookies, molded after Fabergé eggs. How could one resist? One of them, alas, arrived cracked in pieces (doubtless because it had been under the carrots and potatoes and cauliflower), but that didn't affect the taste.
Less lucky, however, was the morning dove nest above our balcony. We've been very careful the last week or so not to disturb the building, the egg-sitting - so no lunches or dinners on our outdoor perch, until today ... We should have known. Two days ago there was a large raven hanging around, and a threesome of morning doves looking sad and anxious on the neighbor's TV aerial. Today we checked: the eggs had smashed three floors down onto the terrace - at least, one had, and there were white shelly remnants all around. Somehow, this didn't seem like the right kind of discovery to be making on Easter Day (but at least we have our balcony back ...).
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