This was actually my best friend. We were next to the library and we found an egg on the sidewalk. It was a poor baby bird being eaten by ants. We went over to a tree and buried it next to it. While doing that, she found a quilted heart. It’s a sad story, we decided to name the bird Hope. I’m sure that’s the strongest emotion the bird had during the tragic accident. But, thank you for the quilted heart. R.I.P. Hope 🕊
