I’m a few days behind on my #30DaysWild posts.
On Tuesday I spotted song thrush egg by the path.
I always wonder if it’s the exhausted parents (I know how they feel…) snacking I’m the energy filled egg or through predators stealing it that put the shell in odd places.
Song Thrushes have a fair amount of folklore attached to them, but my favourite is a piece of Irish lore.
It was said that the fairies demanded the song thrushes nest close to the ground so they could hear the birds singing.
If the thrush built the nest high in the bushes it was said the fairies were unhappy and bad luck would befall the neighbourhood.