egghiding dawn

first of all the good news; Carolyn got up and sit on her bedside chair.

As far as I understand, she is going to be moved to a rehabilitation hospital by her insurance on wednesday, which will be probably somewhere in the US.

Woke up to dog barking and remembered that though I got up last night to check if we left the gate opened for egg-hiding parents, I forgot to see if the higher gate was closed so that Gus 1/won't frighten them b/won't eat the egges. Well, the egges seem to be alright, so 1/Gus is useless as a guard dog 2/was too sleepy even to eat some of the eggs...

the picture is from the last Budapest trip, birdmen of the Fishers' Bastion.