On a work break walk through the Village of Liverpool, a colleague and I spotted a sad sight on a side street.
A single bird’s egg sat, sad and alone, in the middle of the pavement.
It was a lovely shade of blue.
We surmised that the small thing might belong to a robin.
I grabbed a stick and pushed it to the edge of the closest bit of lawn.
The idea of survival … not so much. Sigh.