Yesterday Ingrid found another eggshell, on our way home from school. (Here’s the previous one.) This one was a neat half-egg so it had definitely hatched.

There are no good resources for identifying birds’ eggs on the internet that I could find, but some guesswork based on egg size and local bird populations, backed up by Google image search, leads me to conclude that it’s the work of either a blackbird or a fieldfare.

Even though I know that there are millions of blackbirds in Sweden, and probably thousands in Spånga alone, it is still exciting to know that another little creature has been born. The miracle of life, happening every day.

It’s always Ingrid who finds this kind of things. She has her attention on the ground and notices small treasures. I’m too far from the ground when I’m cycling to even see them – and too busy worrying that Adrian will cycle into the street or into Ingrid etc etc.