Another Treasure Found

We take walks less frequently these days, because the novelty has worn off for Claire, but today was a lovely day for a trek around the block. On the way home my eye spotted this perfect tiny bird egg lying on the ground. I gently pocketed it with a hope to get home without crushing it. Here’s a photo. I nestled it in a small clear container (formerly used for glitter) so that Claire can look at the egg without breaking it. What a find!

egg found on a walk
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8 Comments on “Another Treasure Found”

  1. Mrs. Chili Says:

    HOW did you ever spot that tiny, delicate thing? You are exceedingly observant!

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  2. Fran aka Redondowriter Says:

    Haven’t been by lately. What an exquisite find.

  3. lkd Says:

    From my very brief bit of detective work done just now, I think you found the egg of a house sparrow.

    It’s so tiny.

    My goodness, how small is a humming bird’s egg, I wonder?

    I guess I have to do a bit more detective work.

  4. Barbara Says:

    What a beautiful little egg! Great idea to protect it in the glitter bottle. What does Claire think about this tiny treasure?

    Peace!

  5. Kathryn Says:

    I showed it to Claire in the bottle and she said, “I want more! I want more eggs!” When I told her that’s all there was, she shrieked and wailed about it. Ahhh, the two-stage is upon us.

  6. gerry rosser Says:

    Beautiful intact egg.

    We found a broken one yesterday near the front of our house. Don’t know if it means a birdie hatched, or something less propitious.

  7. lkd Says:

    Well, it’s probably of no comfort, and you, being the well-informed mother that you are probably already know this, but the terrible twos are called the terrible twos because the brain undergoes enormous development during this particular year of life and it’s like a constant series of storms in the brain matter.

    I guess I’d feel pretty terrible, too. (and I guess at two, I probably was pretty terrible–or horrid, as that infamous and oft quoted poem about the little girl with the little curl in the middle of her forehead goes.)

  8. lkd Says:

    Grey matter.

    Not brain matter.

    Dear god.

    I just got home from work AND it’s storming outside as well as inside my brain. (I get weather related migraines—brought on by changes in barometric pressure.)

    I’m just a wee bit addled.