Mystery eggshell

A broken pigeon's egg caught in the ivy of the back lilac. Someone must have carried it or dropped it there.

I found a very small part eggshell by the back door a month or so ago. Might have been a goldfinch or a long-tailed tit, as it was pale. I thought white, but apparently no one lays small white eggs.

I am not seeing any birds. well, wary blue tits, very wary great tits, disappearing pigeons, just the calls of fleeing starlings, and the rustle of a wren in the hedge. Very lonely out there.

In fact, the world feels lonely.

Boxing is good fun. Serious fitness work today, said coach David. He gave me a well done.

What else can I bore you with? I'm writing course material about trees. Who knew they produced so many chemicals? Well, plant specialists, I suppose, but there really are a lot and they all seem to perform many functions. I guess it's like how our hormones do one thing for mood and something really quite different to the liver, say, or the pancreas.

Goodness. I am dull. I will bore you no longer.