Sunday, September 18, 2011

Garden Wildlife

A brown, speckled egg revealed itself as the lawn was mowed. Two plovers hasted across the grass warning the noisy mower to be cautious. Their calls alerted us to the presence of their precious egg laying on the grass. Some birds create intricate nests with girth and depth to protect the unhatched eggs. Not so the plovers. Simple sharing of a space. Uncomplicated co-existence based on mutual respect. No long hours of sitting to warm and hatch the egg; reliance on the warmth from the day's sun. Seemed to work for everyone. I ate my eggs at breakfast wondering how long the brown egg at the bottom of the garden would take to hatch.

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