Why Spring Eggs Wear Patterns — Under the tall daffodil, Vera carried her last blue chalk nub in both paws. Read the full story →
Under the tall daffodil, Vera carried her last blue chalk nub in both paws. It was hardly bigger than a bean, but it had colored the door of her nest, her brother’s birthday stone, and one tiny moon on her cup. Now a plain egg sat in the grass, cold and smooth. A sleepy chick inside tapped, tick-tick, and whispered, “I wish Mama could find me.”
Vera looked left, looked right, and saw nobody watching. She drew a wavy road around the shell, then dots like raindrops, then a zigzag as sharp as grass. The chalk smelled dusty and sweet on her paws. By sunrise, the mother bird found the bright egg at once, and every spring egg after that wore stripes, dots, and zigzags. Secretly, I think Vera’s blue nub started it all—can you spot the egg that remembers?