April 17, 2015. The pen engages in some early morning tidying.
April 17, 2015. After tidying the nest, the pen settles in for an early morning nap.
April 17, 2015. “In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?” ― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass The cob feeds on the glass-like harbour just after dawn.
