Dear Mom,
Gloria has gone broody. She sat on the golf balls...all night. This morning, she was fiercely protecting her nest.
Golda and Marge looked on as Gloria screeched at me and puffed out her feathers. And if "looks could kill", then I might be dead.
Since there is nothing for Gloria to "hatch", I will have to work with her to keep her off the nest. We have some warmer days ahead, and I think a couple of field trips out in the back yard will do her some good!
Love, Bonnie Jo
Friday, January 22, 2010
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