The last sentence made me cry... I don't know why, seems I'm in a supersensitive moment but it brings both joy and sorry and joyful sorrow... Could they be starling eggs? I know they're blue. I am very upset minded for many things, I miss lots of details in the dull daily life, but one thing I am proud of... this details wouldn't escape my gaze... not the patterns of a bird feathers, nor the reflection of light on water, nor the intricate nerves of a leaf, nor the magic innocent light in the eye of an animal companion.
By the way I have a fascination for storms... since a child... I have a song called "Storm" one day I want to share with you.

Shadows in the sky
Lightnings in the clouds
Sullen turmoil stirring
Thunder’s roars aloud
A silver ghost that rides
Upon the frothy waves
And breathing life that catches
Every drop of rain
Who dares? - Storm claims
And every spirit is unrest
But when the tempest wakes I'll be...
Spreading my seeds as I travel with the winds...
In the spinning heart of the gale
I will see the world through the eye of the storm
Though featherless and hurt...
I only try to fly

I am actually a storm-gazer