an empty Robins egg I found at the edge of the road last week.
I can't express what eggs symbolize for me. Not really.
I love the shape of eggs, the textures of the color on shells (some eggs are matt and some are satiny), and the colors- white, cream, almond, pink-beige, blues, browns, terra-cotta, sea-foam green, olive... even the ash-black eggs of the Cayuga duck. (The eggs start out a matt black and lighten as the season progresses to a very light gray).
Eggs are all wrapped up in their own package, like a little gift. A gift of life!
A complete protein that will enable you to live.
Or a chick will hatch from it.
The chick may lay more eggs or become a luscious dinner (or three...).
Eggs are associated with newness- like Spring time, and Easter.
All those things are joyful in their own ways.
Then there is the nest one finds the eggs in (unless they are duck eggs, which I just learned may be laid about anywhere a duck is walking around).
Home is created by a labor of love, with some amount of passion for comfort, need of function, and an eye for making belongings fit together. Sometimes it takes many years to make it fit your life just right.
Bowerbirds have THE MOST interesting nest-building technique - the male builds it alone (on the ground), and goes to the limits of decorating it, in order to attract a female! I think that's a hoot! See what you think:
The Vogelkop Bowerbird: Nature's Great Seducer - BBC video
Then life circumstances or priorities change and the nest needs to be reorganized or refurbished to fit again. As in when the kids leave 'the nest', and you become 'an empty nester'.
I have found that it takes me one full year to feel at home in a new place. That is a very very long time! I'm not sure why it takes that long.
I think it has to do with the cycles of the weather seasons. For some reason I have to learn the weather patterns to feel at home. I need to know what to expect and from what direction and when.
The first thing to know then, is what direction the house sits, which windows catch the sun's arc across the sky. Things like that. I need to understand it's position to feel oriented.
I wonder how other's adjust to a new house/environment.
What finally seals the deal?
Is it just a matter of adjusting to where the light switches are, so you can flip it in the dark?
Is it having a place to put everything in it's place (rather than perpetually stored in a box)?
Give me your thoughts or experience on this!
I have a very small collection of nests, feathers, and most recently an empty Robin's egg, that I found.
The TINY one pictured (on top of a larger nest) is one with horse hair woven into it.
I've shared before, how I let a beautiful horse, Cherihuka, return to life within a herd of horses, where he would be happier. My heart wept when I saw how happy he was, getting into the trailer like he knew. Like he had been my prisoner for a time.
Yet he was the fulfillment of a dream for me. At least for a while... and somewhere on this blog I've described that moment in time.
The nest I found with his hair in it, out one spring day after the winter snows had melted away, and there it was, near his long-empty corral.
Strands of hair from his black tail and mane were woven throughout the tiny nest. How could I not treasure it, and find joy that a little bird made use of his hair? (Cherihuka's tail was so long it brushed the air of the ground).
I truly believe that animals come to us when we need, them or they need us.
I suppose the opposite could be true, but it hurts to lose animal friends, for whatever reason. If it doesn't hurt, I think it's safe to say they weren't your friend... and that's ok too; help in a time of need doesn't necessarily mean 'hugs and kisses'.
I also loved having hens to tend.
Every day discovering a new clutch of eggs in the nest... filling the laying boxes with fresh straw, fragrant hay and dried grass... watching the hens compete for the same nest... Watching the broody hen set on her eggs...learning about the new chicks.... I even loved learning to manage relationships with my roosters.
I mourned many aspects of this, from 'culling' extras, to natural death of the old one, to re-homing one when we moved.
It's very risky to hatch eggs - because you may end up with 50% roosters. Then what will you do with them?
Chickens are a wonderful experience with infinite lessons ...and a good amount of entertainment.
To me, having chickens = food security.
It's not true, if you depend on a feed store to maintain a flock of chickens.
But that fact doesn't hamper the impression I hold that chickens equal security.
It's NOT economical to keep them, even year-round layers. It costs way more than buying eggs in a carton. I'm working on the feed aspect, before I get chickens again. I am learning how to successfully garden here first.
Then I need the space for them and the coop... and finally the hens. And a roo.
I can hardly stand to wait!
So, I am painting eggs in nests. I don't know what it is symbolizing, or what it's saying. I just know I need to do it.
I planned out my future kitchen area- the wall colors anyway. And the art for the walls. Even the frames and colors. I was pretty sure I want is some luscious pears and apples, and beautiful eggs in nests.
EVERYTHING in my future dream kitchen revolves around eggs, and eggs in nests paintings. From the dishes, even down to the salt & pepper shaker, the colors on the walls, even the picture frames.
(America Retold, salt & pepper shakers, on Amazon.com)
My most recent egg-in-nest piece, in progress........
Next time... the finished picture, I promise.