5 Months, 3 Days
We heard a strange sound coming from the chicken coop this morning, so George went to investigate. He came to find me in the garden and without a word, opened my hand and deposited a still warm, perfectly oval, brown speckled egg.
Though I was beginning to wonder if the story about eggs coming from chickens was nothing but a myth, I had a hopeful feeling we might get our first egg this week. Bess pulled through for me; she renewed my faith in the whole chicken and egg story.
Our adventures in egg collecting are just beginning, but today marked a sad ending as well. A red dragonfly has been visiting our garden almost every day for the past few months, always landing on the same bamboo stake.
Today he landed and did not move for a very long time. I watched from the kitchen window as a little gray bird swooped down and unsuccessfully tried to make a large meal out of the dragonfly. The dragonfly fell to the carrots below, and there I found him, not quite dead, but certainly no longer with us.
He now rests in peace in a mason jar on our windowsill, still a thing of beauty, even in death.
Speaking of beauty, look at the gorgeous specimen I found flying around the backyard the other night -
I certainly don't mean him any harm, but should he come to an end by natural means, I'd love him to join my windowsill collection. I don't think I've ever seen a black and white dragonfly before. Our world is full of truly wondrous design, isn't it?
Posted by Molly at 10:34 AM