Deborah Taylor – Tiny Beaks – 3 April 2013

The smooth shell of the egg was easily shattered. I held it in my hands and swore to myself that I would keep it close to me and make sure that no harm would come to it. It was so fragile after all and I needed to watch out for it’s safety. As I opened my pocket to check on it’s condition, I discovered that it had smashed. I heard myself gasp at the horror that I felt I had caused. When it fell from the nest and rolled upon the ground, all I had to do was scoop it up and immediately put it back in the nest. There it would remain safe and bide it’s time until Mother Nature awakened these baby birds to tell them to peck their way out of slumber and into life.