Today's Wonder of the World is...The Incredible, Sometimes Edible Egg!
If you ate that big one, we might have to hospitalize you.
This post all started when my husband came home from a long bike ride (he is now one of those crazy people pedaling fifty miles through the countryside on a Sunday afternoon while I stay on the couch and work my crossword puzzle) and told me that when he pulled over into the woods for...uh... a little restroom break, he looked down at his feet. Guess what he saw.
No, not a puddle. (Was that crude? Sorry.)
Well, almost this. (He didn't have a camera, so I used a flickr picture.)
It was a mother turtle laying eggs into a ditch. And a daddy turtle watching! Or maybe it was a turtle doula. I don't know.
It got me thinking about eggs and how we eat them.
And how we all started as eggs.
Not this kind. Unless you're a starfish. Actually that's a starfish embryo, if you want to get picky.
Just go along with me here.
We start out as an egg--at least partly.
And now we eat eggs!
With salt and lots of pepper. Yum.
But only eat one. Why? Because one oeuf is enough.
(If that doesn't make sense to you, you've never taken French. Your French teacher has never taught you how to pronounce the French word for egg, oeuf, with that dandy franglais sentence. One egg= un oeuf. Un oeuf sounds sort of like the word enough. Get it? One oeuf is enough?)
Moving right along...
Hopefully we don't eat eggs like this, since the photo freaked me out.
It gives a whole different meaning to you are what you eat. That's not exactly true when it comes to eggs, unless you're a chicken. And if you're a chicken and you're reading this, I should pop you into a little cage and start up my very own traveling circus. Think of the money you could make us! (Okay. Maybe I've had too much coffee.)
I'm also fascinated with nests.
Look at this one, found in a hanging basket!
And this one from , under an abandoned train!
And this itsy bitsy hummingbird nest!
With its teensy weensy baby bird!
At the other end of the nest and bird spectrum, remember the stork nest?
(If you don't remember, pop over HERE.)
And look at these,
Edgar Thissen, who took the picture, says that these are male weaver birds, and that they scream while they're building their nests. He also said that when a bird is done building, his mate examines the nest and if she doesn't approve, she destroys the thing and he has to start all over again.
Wow. Harsh animal kingdom.
And what about these two?
Aren't they cute? Apparently Great Horned Owls don't build nests and take the nests of Red tailed hawks or crows instead. But the nests eventually fall apart, and since the parent owls don't know how to repair them, the owlets are often left vulnerable on the ground. So some kind person put that bucket there for their new home. If it had wheels, it could be an owl mobile home! Like one of those shiny metal old fashioned kind.
Now I'm certain I've had too much coffee.
Just because I'm in this weird mood, I've got a weird egg advertisement to share with you. It's from Québec. Watch and wonder!
And have a Wonder-full Wednesday, everybody!
(And thanks for the public flickr pictures, Harvard Museum of Natural History, Mnemonix, NYBatgirl, dj metronome, cenoxo, and Tut99 (Roger) )