Daily story, April 22, 2025

She felt ashamed of the bird eggs, so she kept them in a drawer. Her grandfather had gathered them, starting when he was a boy, and she supposed that in those days children were not warned so firmly against it. Some of them were still in the nests. All of them were beautiful. All of them were cold. It wasn’t her fault, but she felt ashamed anyway. One day she decided that all her shame could not save a single note of birdsong, and she brought the eggs out for the children to see, with stern warnings that they were not to go collecting themselves. She set them in the sunlight, and one by one, they began to hatch.