Dear, it's been a long time since we last heard from you—since you all went north.

These little ones, who came as a surprise, have kept me from going anywhere. The spring and summer in the south are too hot and humid; I've lost quite a few feathers. He built a small nest in the concrete jungle. Raising the kids, finding food, staying safe—it's all working out somehow.

A few days ago, I tried flying a few kilometers, but my strength isn't what it used to be. Post-birth recovery takes time. It seems we won't be able to join you this year. Guess we'll just wait until you come back in autumn. Please help me guide these little ones when you're back—parenting is truly exhausting. But he wants to have a few more… I'm getting a headache just thinking about it.

I really miss the days when we foraged together. The joy of being with you all is irreplaceable.

In winter, let's meet at the usual place—don't change the spot.

Wishing you good weather all along the way! See you then.