Please excuse the typos...apparently I should not type before I've had my second cup of coffee. All hail the sleep deprivation of motherhood. I had a good giggle last night reading the poop/diaper/health comments that flowed from yesterday's discussion. All too true as mom to a six-month boy.
Anyway, meant to say "carcass" on the ledge. It's still there and I'm somewhat surprised the chicks haven't sniffed it out yet. The babes have become restless and have been pecking at each other and shuffling around in their pile. Still no sign of a parent, but we know one is always near. Lots of preening and looking about. I do miss the close-ups the western penthouse used to provide us. They look to be starting that awkward molted-look stage, particularly around the face, when the down doesn't fully cover them any more.