We found the egg right near the recently-tilled soil in our backyard. Not even Max knew what bird might be missing this lovely little egg. I jotted down a little poem to entice the girls into talking about eggs, since they prefer to speak in rhymes and songs these days.
The tiny egg hides a big secret-
a special place, a possible egret.
Inside the shell, safe and warm,
a life begins to grow and form
little cells becoming bones and beak,
feathers, heart, and voice to squeak.
Our little egg provides a space to grow
for the chicken, duckling, wren, and crow.
And every little egg is a place to begin
for creatures with feathers and their kin.