Labor

"Still, he thought. Still. As his stomach moved toward his backbone he became less and less fussy. Some natives in the world ate grasshoppers and ants and if they could do that he could get a raw egg down.

He picked one up and tried to break the shell and found it surprisingly tough. Finally, using the hatchet he sharpened a stick and poked a hole in the egg. He widened the hole with his finger and looked inside. Just an egg. It had a dark yellow yolk and not so much white as he thought there would be."

Just an egg.

Food. 

Just an egg he had to eat."
  ~~Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

Her hole was dug deeply, but I found no eggs.
The sun was beginning to set on the trail, and she was very quiet without any hissing or signs of aggression.
I think she just wanted to rest before she began laying her eggs.
I will check back in the morning to see if she finished her "work".

~Nancy ~ 155/365