A farmer finds strange eggs in his crops and bursts into tears when they hatch.

A farmer finds strange eggs in his crops and bursts into tears when they hatch.
Five iridescent eggs that seemed to pulse with an inner light - that's what James McKinnon discovered nestled in his morning harvest. While his fellow farmers laughed and called him delusional for nurturing them in his greenhouse, James couldn't shake the feeling these weren't from any creature known to their lands. Six weeks later, what emerged from those eggs left even seasoned biologists speechless, and brought tears streaming down James's weathered face as he realized he'd been protecting something truly miraculous.
For James McKinnon, the land was more than just his livelihood - it was his legacy, carved from thirty years of studying every shadow on the mountainside and every whisper of the wind through his wheat fields. Cedar Valley had been his family's home since his grandfather first broke ground here in 1932, and the McKinnon farm had grown from a modest 40 acres to a sprawling 200-acre operation that produced some of the finest organic crops in three counties.
At fifty-eight, James had earned his reputation as the most meticulous farmer in the valley. His organic produce won regional awards, and younger farmers often sought his advice about crop rotation and soil management. There wasn't a plant, insect, or animal on his 200 acres that he couldn't identify with a quick glance. Even the local agricultural college occasionally sent students to learn from his sustainable farming practices.