Lucy’s coppery feathers caressed the egg. She settled herself further, spreading her wings and wiggling her rump.
Confused, I examined her from each angle.
The creamy egg, nestled safely under her tummy, seemed to have green spots. Green. Spots! I lifted Lucy from her nest and realized someone truly played a joke on me. The egg, a plastic run-of-the-mill Easter Egg, contained a seam all the way around the edge.
I laughed until my sides hurt.
The joke didn’t end there, however.
Lucy, the proud momma, stopped laying eggs. She insisted that this egg would hatch, and that she needed no other until her precious baby appeared.
Lucy hasn’t laid an egg since.
April Fools, Lucy.