Our sweet Bea is doing well. Sam noticed that every morning she made a beeline ( ha!) for the same spot in the woods. He discovered a well-camouflaged nest of eggs under a gooseberry bush. Which lead to yet another discussion of her reproductive status that went something like this:
Me: How sad--she's going to all that work for nothing
Sam: I don't know, there's a lot that goes on here when we're gone all day. There are wood ducks and other ducks passing through.
Me: Conflicted: Infertility vs Anonymous encounters with unknown species. (A bit like last call at the VFW bar)
I had noticed earlier this summer that she was showing signs of being broody
Hiding in plants.
Then the heat wave hit and she and Karl became obsessed with waiting for a blast of cool air when we opened the door.
We love her.