This is a follow up to a post a week or so ago about the teenager sneaking off.
Mr. Sam was yelling to me from his yard. I headed over there and he walked me over to a pile of dead tree branches and pointed. This is what I saw.
Then I leaned in closer...
Buffy is a little booger. There were 7 eggs in that pile. I collected them all and brought them home.
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