my so called collection, #5

When I bought this small, framed illustration (a book plate, I assume) of three bird eggs, I knew nothing about bird egg prints. I still know nothing about bird egg prints, but I love the picture's blend of sweetness and science. If it were a person, it'd be the skinny, cool, and a bit nerdy indie drummer who works at the public library. And the large egg belongs to a bird called the Ruffed Bustard, which coincidently would be a great band name for said library employee.

I digress, but this was a cheap flea market find, and when I went to visit my brother Kurt, shortly afterward in Ohio, I discovered he had a nearly identical print on his wall.

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