Burgess loved the beauty of nature and its living creatures so much that he wrote about them for 50 years in books and his newspaper column, Bedtime Stories. Instead of flying straight to that old nest, he first flew over the tree so that he could look down into it. Right away he saw something that made him gasp and blink his eyes. It was quite large and white, and it looked -- it looked very much indeed like an egg Do you wonder that Blacky gasped and blinked? You know Blacky has a weakness for eggs. The more he thought about it, the hungrier he grew. . .