Eggs so Blue

With less than 48 hours remaining in my 32nd year, not age, nor wisdom (no matter how little), nor the lack of a child's innocence could prevent me from seeing the beauty, the purity of nature's creatures. A perfectly built nest, the beauty of a robin's eggs, and the care a mother bird takes of her babies captured my interest. I showed the boys, who chose to squeal in delight at the blue eggs just before giving a winding swat. We backed them away aware that the momma robin would never return if we touched her beloved home.