It Nestled There…
It nestled there.
One egg, unhatched.
A spare,
Somehow detached
From the adult pair
And the matched
Siblings in their care,
Dependent and onto them latched…
It remained there.
One unhatched, dull
Egg in the nest of a gull,
Somehow unaware
Of its grim existence
By abandonment and ignorance.
The unwanted. The forsaken spare nestled there…
Pete Ray
26th June 2023…
Newlyn, Cornwall, last week.
On the roof of sheds along the rising road towards Mousehole, young herring gull chicks lingered on or near nests all week, as adults stood guard or perched to take a break whilst the other adult was presumably out scavenging food.
One egg though remained unopened and abandoned in a large, if rather untidy nest…
Something was certainly amiss…
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