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Back in the spring, we found a little blue egg, unscathed, in the middle of the drive. It seemed wrong to not pick it up, and place it somewhere more honorable. The unborn bird inside it was surely dead, or ill formed. But it was a miracle an egg survived a drop from a tree, or a bird.
Months later at Pie Day, someone saw the egg, and picked it up and starting goofing off with it. To make a long story short, the egg ended up being destroyed. While it might not seem like a big deal, I took great offense to this. It was disrespectful to us, and our farm, but it was a human being acting casually about nature. I buried the crushed shell and the contents.
It prompted ideas, posted at Raggedy-Sketches, and this painting was a love letter and a promise to that little creature, and the beautiful, perfect, blue egg.
