I was running and saw this pastel something on the road. I circled back. I wish that I had placed a key beside it. It was small. About the size of a penny. Honestly, it was amazing and beautiful but also disconcerting as a baby bird would not break out of its shell in the middle of the street. I fear the predation of the crows was at work.
This tree appears to be grafted with pink and white dogwoods.