true story

We went out to explore the wilderness. Ben and I decided to have a break under a nice willow tree by a stream while we left Luke to his ways roaming the undergrowth. A few minutes went by and then a lot of branches cracking and nettles being trampled happened. We looked to our right to see Luke wandering back making his path of destruction behind him. In his hand he had an egg. He had found a pigeons nest.
As he's fidgety in nature, as we talked he kept rolling it around in his hands, shaking it and tossing it about. Eventually the inevitable happened and he cracked it a little. We both went "oh Luke"
After making him feel bad about what he had done he retaliated in anger by whipping out his pen knife and cutting it in half. Lots of yolk came out and a tiny tiny foetus. Eventually we shrugged it off.
A week or so went by and we met up at mine again. We decided for a smoke so we went out into the gale force winds and found a place to smoke... The same stream with the willow tree. Immidiatly Luke crashes forward into the undergrowth, realises where he was, to look for the nest.
He arrives back 5 minutes later triumphantly holding in his hand, a second egg.
We knew we couldn't do anything to stop him, we were already blazed too, so we just stood back, and watched the demon do his work. He shakes it too his ear "it doesn't have much yolk in, I wonder if the foetus has developed"
We knew what was coming. The knife again. "IN THE NAME OF ECOLOGY" proclaims Luke
Before we could protest, the egg is in halves and a horrible disgusting, fully developed foetus, beak and all slithers out.
I feel so guilty