Much Wenlock It is tough to imagine any human culture not seeing some kind of symbolism in eggs – spring,rebirth, life emerging from chaos, and fertilityThere is a nervousness approximately the crow’s swagger. It walks as if it’s concentrating on something else,nothing to do with an egg, never noticed it before. Then it half-hops, and half-shimmies a few steps towards it. Head cocked,one eye over its wing to see who else may be watching and the other inspecting the thing as if it ticks, as if it might travel off. I don’t know how the crow came by the egg, and whether it took it from a nest,or another creature did and was either persuaded to relinquish it or just left it there next to some dead stumps for the crow to find. The egg is forlorn, there is no hope for it despite the crow’s edgy circumspection, and it’s already a bit cracked. It has lost the rocking movement of an irregular sphere and,despite its obvious weightlessness, it now looks ill-defined, or like crash wreckage. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com