> This is a tiny egg found on the side of road. Maybe one inch long. It is Far from any trees or wild grass where a nest might be. Our best thinking is the egg was dropped by a big bird who stole it from its nest-- we fantasize that if fell from the thieving birds grasp as the parent birds dive bombed the culprit. But tiny birds have no way to pick up & carry their egg back to the nest. So it's a sad victory. This tiny egg speaks volumes of how life goes in what BH calls: the Real World.
> We take tiny egg with us, Lisa carries him in her hand, & eventually names him Phillip. Phillip becomes the muse for our art making installations-for making we use only what we find in places we come across as we walk.
> Here is tiny egg afloat on leaf in a puddle that could be the ocean with rock & tin foil tiny boat.
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