The saga of the pheasant's nest by the front door continues - but not for long I'm afraid. The farmer and I looked on Saturday and there were twenty-four eggs in the nest, and still going up by two each day.
Yesterday morning, on my way upstairs, I stopped to look out of the landing window and as I did so a magpie flew off from just under the window; in other words where the nest was. I went to the front door and looked round the corner to see that half of the eggs had disappeared. By yesterday evening there were only six left and this morning the nest is totally empty. So I am afraid that any attempt to raise a clutch of young, be it by one hen pheasant or two, had been thwarted.
Well that is nature isn't it? I must say I have always liked magpies so I can't be too distressed. In any case the number of eggs in the nest meant that sitting on them would have been a disaster, so maybe it is for the best that they have gone to feed Mrs Magpie's babies (hopefully she has had more sense and laid just enough to sit on).