When I looked at the nest later that day, I noticed that Freckles had moved away from the middle of the nest and was resting underneath the rocking chair. I realized that she had spent so much time ripping, shredding, and guarding that she hadn’t eaten much lately. Her plate was full of delicious food, but she hadn’t gone to it to eat any.
Well, if Freckles wouldn’t go to the food, it would have to come to her. My son had just come into the house, and I suggested that he offer her something to keep up her strength.