The Eggs

by Laura on May 14, 2012

I posted this photo on Instagram several days ago with some wisecrack about how a bird building a nest in our mailbox was evidence for our obvious popularity with the world, both locally and globally. At first, we thought it was mildly adorable– this smattering of twigs and leaves, obviously collected on purpose by some nearby feathered friend.

But, then, five days ago, what was the source of a smart-aleck photo caption became the source of anticipation for our entire family as we saw, first one, then two, then three, four, five little baby eggs in the nest, in our mailbox. Everytime we left home and shut the gate to our house, one of the kids would look and report the status of the eggs. We were waiting with baited breath for the moment we would peer into that box and see not blue spottled eggs but actual baby birds.

I was thinking, “Homeschool science!  Score!  Now I don’t have to plan anything for the week! Or watch another Magic Schoolbus episode!” But, apparently, the locals were thinking something different.

Yesterday, my precious house helper, Da, asks me about the bird eggs and whether white people {called farangs} eat them or not. My heart sank because I knew that perhaps the polite thing would be to offer them to her, especially if it was some kind of local delicacy. I asked her if she ate them, and she immediately said that she preferred chicken eggs.  Whew. I told her how excited my kids were to watch the eggs hatch and how we loved birds and the cycle of life and all that {Okay, I didn’t say the ‘cycle of life’ part– my Asian is not that good.}

And we went to grab dinner last night at this local place that ended up with more flies and fish-taste than anything, and when we drove back into the driveway, all five of us crammed on our scooter, I hopped off to open the gate and give the daily egg-check.

Gulp. Empty Nest.

And the kids are, “What happened?!  Did they hatch that fast? Did the mama bird move her eggs to a different nest?”

And I am all, “Sure, maybe. Maybe they are really-fast hatchers here. Hmmm . . . .”

And some neighbor somewhere closeby is all, “Free eggs for dinner!” 


Ever employed the vague-parent-lie yourself? Or, perhaps the bigger question of the day, would you be tempted by some free eggs in a mailbox?

On another note, I’d love for us to connect via Instagram, if you’re using it. I, am suffering from Instagram-addiction of late, I must admit. My twitter and instagram handle is LauraParkerBlog.


  • dukeslee

    Oh no! ~sniff~ 

    I’ll try to find you on instagram, if I haven’t done so already. Love, love instagram.

  • Tamara Buttery

    Hmmm, no, I wasn’t too good with the vague save-their-feelings answers.  We’re pretty black n white people.  I am the woman who was the little girl who couldn’t WAIT to eat the chickens that had mercilessly pecked my legs . . .
    No.  Not tempted by literal eggs in the mailbox as they might’ve been there and gotten too warm to be any good.  See?  Practical.
    But:  tempt me with a sleek running jacket left in my hall closet by who-knows-who and I’ll wear it.  Wore it today.  Ok, as of a couple of months ago I do know it was my daughter’s left there by her a few years ago but still . . . While I didn’t know who left it, I did think long and hard about who might have and, without coming up w/ a name . . . wore the thing!  
    Question for you:  does that make me an egg-stealer??  Or a stealer?  Thief?

  • Laura Druviete

    Hi! I am not an expert, but have heard that the bird parents never return to their eggs if the nest has been touched by humans. So, the eggs would have perished anyway… Sorry about that. Love this site!:) Laura

  • Annie

    Oh sorry that those little eggs were gone!  I know it would have been fun to watch the whole process through to finish!  Well, maybe they hatched and flew off quickly???  😉  

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