Algernon Blackwood,
The Last Egg in the Nest
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“ At last he got within arm’s reach of the first nest and saw that there was only one egg in it. The birds were flapping their big grey wings close to his head, uttering piteous cries, but they did not seem inclined to attack him. Sometimes they swept so close past him that he could feel the wind their wings made upon his face. George listened to their cries, and to him they seemed to say, “Leave us something, at least! Don’t take all our precious eggs. They are our children and we love them.” ”
