The egg shell lay abandoned on the grass. I wondered if the baby bird had survived. I hoped it was and safe in a nest somewhere. The likelihood was that some animal had snatched the egg and eaten it. I walked away, never knowing the answer.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2018/06/19/twittering-tales-89-19-june-2018/ with thanks).
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