No signs of an egg hatching yesterday – although everybody was willing it to do so. At the Big Screens at Whinlatter we are inspecting the eggs minutely whenever the parents change over on incubation shifts for any signs of crack or chip that could be caused by a questing egg-tooth. Unring has surpassed himself in bringing up nesting material – for the first time great hunks of verdant moss. He keeps himself occupied by shredding these to pieces when sitting. A great improvement on the manure lumps early in the season.