I have no sense of scale, the Guru said about this shell. It was perhaps just over a centimeter long. And under an apple tree (on the sidewalk). I choose to believe that the wind/rain overnight tipped it out of the nest, leaving the already hatched wee-bird safely behind.
I admit to an outsized attraction to ferniness—not a word, I suppose, but should be! The laciness of ferns is so aesthetically appealing, is it to my reptile brain?
I did not intend to select a pair of sidewalk photos, but that’s what I did. Hmmmm.
24 May 2018 at 9:34 am
jcb says:
Do you suppose the wee bird made its way over to Inman Park and into our niece’s Instagram feed?
24 May 2018 at 4:23 pm
kayak woman says:
Looks like a robin’s egg? I have a few photos of those in my archives. I guess if I was carrying a coin, it would provide some sense of scale but I rarely carry coins any more.
24 May 2018 at 6:12 pm
Sammy says:
I thought robin’s egg, too…but I’m not an eggshell-ologist.