an egg


Walking down to the windmill the other day and I came across this egg on the trail road. It had been left in a hurry and I couldn’t resist picking it up to bring home, knowing it wouldn’t hatch now anyway. I don’t know what sort of bird it would have been.
Life is so fragile; you have to live it as best you can every day! Take courage to do all that you can even when others tell you that you can’t.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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