A friend found this slightly cracked, light green egg lying in the middle of her hired garden plot. Inside was this poor thing: a mallard embryo, almost ready to hatch. It seemed to be perfectly fine, except it was dead. It seems like a predator, perhaps a crow or gull, had snatched the egg, but for one reason or another was forced to drop it. As the egg was almost intact, the poor creature probably died of cold.
I brought the egg home, peeled it and sketched the critter inside. I'm sure my roommate would have been absolutely delighted had she walked into the room and found a dead baby mallard sitting on my desk. And now it's in our common freezer. I wonder how she tolerates me.