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Three Eggs at the River

Bleary eyed at 8 a.m. Late night! It’s suddenly humid and quite warm again. A bit of a shock as I step outside, waking up. A nice one. It’s going to be summery today. Charlie and I go for a Sunday morning walk. First thing, the river, right next to the spot where I sit on the rock and watch the river at my feet, I saw three eggs under the grass. Now, how can they be here today and I didn’t see them before? They are unbroken and unearthed. A mystery. It’s so bright and calm and green on the river. A lovely morning for a mystery. I go a bit further and a large bird, I think it’s the owl, lifts off over the river just as I approach. It’s often here in the morning. And then, just a little farther on, a big doe startles and bounds off across the wetlands, white tail flashing. A wonderful way to wake up. I have a busy day ahead, even though it’s Sunday. A Play Lab tonight; taxes have to be done during the day. Prep for the week ahead. I keep my window open by my desk to let the lovely summer air in. In the late afternoon, my daughter and I go for a swim at Farm Pond. I am surprised by how much energy I have. I swim to the pump house and back to shore, almost a mile. The water is cooler, but pleasant, and very nicely warmed by the sun near the pump house where it has shone all day. I mention the eggs to my daughter and she suggests snake eggs? In fact, yes. I find by googling them that’s just what they are. But shouldn’t they be buried? And shouldn’t they have hatched by now, if laid in April or May or June? And if they were stolen or discovered by a predator, why aren’t they devoured? Will they still hatch? I sleep with the mystery on my mind tonight, and the warm summer air coming through the window, the crickets calling from the dark.