On Sunday I found the remains of a birds nest on our back porch.
I saved it to show Miss B and we put it in the garden so we could show her friends when they came over.
Today I was walking from a friends place and found a little blue egg that had fallen from an extremely high gum on the opposite site of the road.
The egg had not cracked and I showed it to Miss B, who was determined to sit and watch it hatch.
Well of course explanations of death ensued, which, if my life right now was a twitter feed, #death would be trending… it seems to be a reoccurring topic this week for some reason.
So we took the egg home and coupled it with the remains of our nest and put it in a tree.
Who knows maybe a passing bird will take pity on our human efforts and try to hatch the thing.
And failing that, it’s a pretty darn pretty exit from Spring.