My eager curiosity does not distract her from her business for a moment.
When she has finished, I take her place.

There is nothing either on the skin or at the mouth of the wound.

I have to withdraw the downy plug and dig to some depth before discovering the eggs.

The ovipositor has therefore lengthened its extensible tube and pushed beyond the feather stopper driven in by the lead.

The eggs are in one packet; they number about three hundred.
When the beak and eyes are rendered inaccessible, when the body, moreover, has no wounds, the laying still takes place, but this time in a hesitating and niggardly fashion.