An egg story to rival Delia’s:
“Hello? Is this the Audubon?”
You can assume this means trouble at 10 am on a Sunday morning.
“We had a bunch of dead trees cut down in our yard…”
Uh oh. Why don’t people know enough to do this in the Fall?
“and my husband was cleaning up the stump grindings and found this egg…”
“buried about four inches down in the dirt.”
“It’s huge! And I know it’s an owl egg because my neighbor is one of those people that’s into all that nature stuff and she looked it up on the Internet and she says that owls burrow down, you know, to make their nests and…”
The bird observatory is located in NJ. The person was calling from NJ.
“and the egg must weigh at least a pound and I think it’s still alive so I put it in a basket..”
Wasn’t Easter a couple weeks ago already?
“and filled the basket up with dirt and buried the egg again and it’s been out on my deck for the last couple days..”
In the sun, I hope.
“and I’m not sure what I should do because I think it’s alive and it’s so heavy and could I bring it to you and you’ll tell me what it is and maybe take care of it or whatever?”
Sure… bring it on over. We’ll sit on it and hatch it for you.
How do you think I handled this particular phone call? With patience? Did I cackle in this woman’s ear or take the rare opportunity to educate?
No. I asked her if she was certain it wasn’t just a really big rock.
Or a dinosaur egg, maybe.