Wow! I don’t know what has gotten into Ozzie this year. He is acting a bit strange. Just think about it. He arrives three weeks early; he is obviously glad to see me, puts on a lack luster Sky dance, then practically has our nest built in a week. And it’s not even April!

And good grief, the kisses. Those fabulous cloacal kisses. He is all over me. Not that I mind; he is really good at it, and I can’t help admitting that I like it. But for goodness sake, enough is enough! If I’m not fertile now, the cow never jumped over the moon.