I was making an omelet for my honey for breakfast. I usually use six egg whites and one yolk.
This is what was left over, so I popped it in the microwave for a few seconds.
Meanwhile, Bill came into the kitchen and asked, "What is THAT?"
"Bird egg," I replied.
His beady little morning eyes widened as though he had seen a ghost.
"Are you kidding me? What IS that?"
He said, "You're not kidding, are you?
I said, "No. Why are you so upset? Because I microwaved it? I know you boil the eggs and save the yolk for your trained mocking bird outside. But these yolks are cooked."
He shook his head in disbelief and said, "Do you mean to tell me ALL that mess came out of that one little egg in the nest you messed with?
I laughed until my sides hurt. I cackled, "No, they're chicken eggs from the store."
Well you said, "BIRD EGG!"
"It IS bird egg...for your bird!"
Last evening I discovered a mourning dove had built an extremely tiny little nest, and had laid three eggs in it ON TOP OF A BUSH. The nest was so small, two of the eggs had already rolled out and were broken. To save the one egg and protect the bird and her nest from the impending strong storms, I found an old straw hat and added her miniature nest, which she was too big to even sit on. Then I placed it inside the bush.
"You have to quit fooling with mother nature," the big guy said, as I continued to laugh. Her'es hoping we hatch a young'n.