“Wait a minute! Something is going on here,” Harriett interrupted herself.
Harriet felt new life getting comfortable. She adjusted her brooding position to accommodate the new movement.
“Who can remember when I laid these 3 eggs?” She asked.
“Not me,” said Cleo.
“Not me,” said Marley.
The Doctor was taking a nap.
Apparently “Not me” was able to remember when Harriett laid her eggs, but “Not Me” was unavailable.
Harriet gave it some thought but could not remember the exact dates herself.
“April 25, April 27, and May 1,” proclaimed “Not Me.”
And “Not Me” was correct.
“What is the gestation period for an Osprey egg?” Asked Not Me?
The Female H. sapien that lives with the Doctor in his giant nest, on the bank of the North River, put an end to all this “Not Me” speculation.
“Listen Doctor,” she said. “You had better get prepared. The gestation period for an Osprey egg is 35 to 42 days. Saturday, tomorrow, is day 35!”
Harriett overheard this exchange and was pleased.
“Wow! Thought the Doctor. “Time is flying by. We need to start thinking about birth and survival. I’m sorry I became so infatuated with the Salt Marsh.”