Whenever we drive, Chilli likes to jump on the rooftop, wait for the door to open and then peer in over our heads. He's very funny. Sometimes he chases the windshild wipers.
The night creatures descended on Isis and her nest and took all her eggs. I woke up when I heard her crying. She whimpered all night moaning the loss of her clutch. Such a mournful sound, I cried along with her.