For these eggs to live, attention you must give

To know what happened, read the following letter:

Dear People,

I would hereby like to share the process of the eggs with you:

Due to the odds of nature, not all eggs are always fertilized. Out of these four eggs, one special egg was.

It was an early bird. Tuesday, one day before the scheduled hatching day, there was much movement and loud heart-warming “peeping” sounds coming out of this egg, the first genuine sign of actual life, a chick ready to hatch!

The day passed without any crack in the egg, only the odd “peeps” when coming close. Hopefully the following night would do the trick. It is one hell of an effort for a little chick to crack a shell.

Wednesday morning, and still no cracks, and it was a lot quieter inside the nest.

Gradually the amount of people surrounding the egg was growing, hoping for any sign of life.

By the end of the day it was time to open the egg, a very careful procedure, something that should only be done as a last resource, when there is no more hope for the chick to do this on its own.

The chick had not made it. Everyone’s heart broke a little.

This project was no longer just mine, it was of everyone. And that is perhaps what makes this sad ending just a little sadder.

Writing this, and reflecting back, I must admit that this project was by far not a failure. I am fascinated to have seen the devotion of all the people of Minerva towards the egg, giving this one egg the needed attention, to gradually grow into a young form of life, fed by creative spirits.

I recall people reciting poems.

I recall people hugging the egg.

I recall people singing.

I recall people routinely making noises, hoping for recognition.

I recall people playing chicken sounds, to motivate the hatching.

And I recall the amount of people, comforting me and each other on the last moment of grief.

Thank you all.