Surrogate

I found a tiny unbroken egg on the road yesterday afternoon.  I thought to myself, "Maybe there is a still-living baby bird in there!" and then I tucked it into my bra to keep it warm.  (The fact that no one can tell it is there is more a testament to the diminutive size of the egg than to the abunance of my chest.)  Sylvan and Irene are very approving of this plan.  Sylvan told me, however, that I can't take the bird home with me when I go.  True. 

When I showed it to her in the evening, Kate pragmatically asked me what I will do if I actually do save this bird and it hatches?  

Hm.  Good question.

I just...  I just can't leave it to the chill of death without first finding out if there is life in it.  Maybe it is greedy curiosity more than compassionate charity.  Maybe I will save the fetus just to watch a baby bird die.  But that is the future and this is the present.  So until further notice, I'm incubating an egg in my left armpit.  Wish me luck.

It kinda looks like this picture I found on the internets.