HWEM has been having a lot of trouble with una gallina (a hen) from the garden next door. La Gallina hops over the stone wall that separates her garden from ours; feasts on his newly planted rocket and then knocks over the unfinished brick wall of the compost heap and disappears into the undergrowth on our top terrace.
Two weeks ago HWEM was toiling away in the overgrown terrace when he discovered a nest with thirteen eggs. It was a magical find but we assumed they had been there for ages so he buried them. I was hopeful that if La Gallina decided to lay again she might let us know.
We'd totally forgotten about it until this morning when HWEM discovered another perfect nest hollowed out under a pile of rubbish. Thirteen eggs! We knew they weren't there before, so they had to be fresh. They were! La Gallina has been paying for her rocket.
We never see the owner of the garden next door. Throughout the summer the vines and the fruit trees are loaded with fruit but we never see it picked. Someone must feed the hens because they are plump and happy.
I left one of the eggs in the nest and collected the rest. It seems all our Italian neighbours give us gifts.