The afternoon before Easter Sunday

… we went to a favorite stream-side site high in Arizona’s Pinal Mountains to spend the night.

The purpose was to reserve the site for a large family gathering the next day.

My contribution was the eggs, a dozen of each of six colors, dyed using a standard egg coloring kit. I’d had help from the children in coloring the eggs and they had mixed the eggs so that the purple, for instance, had not all been taken from the same box.

Since the rest of the family was to arrive early in the morning with the children, I hid the eggs before going to sleep.

In the night we heard little animals in the bushes and supposed they were skunks, kin to the ones we had seen earlier, but didn’t investigate.  When morning came and the eggs hunted, we found none disturbed, except the purple ones, which were all broken, and the red/pink ones, of which there was nothing left but shells.  Or perhaps it was the other way round.  But it was the purple and pink/red which were out of business.

Perhaps it was a difference in chemical composition which made the colors more or less compatible with the vibrations of the skunks (if skunks it was), but it’s something else that made us go “Hmmm” at a time when we knew nothing at all about the subject of color theory.




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