I am so bummed to learn that you cannot stand an egg on its base at the moment of the vernal equinox, and make it stand perfectly upright without falling over. i wanted that to be true. i also wanted to be able to stand my broom up in the middle of the living room and leave it for tax clients to wonder at. i guess i will have to content myself with the arrival of spring. that’s magical enough.

feathered nest with pheasant egg