Killdeer eggs in the gravel, two days ago.
(See Fonda's robin nest in Iowa)
Yesterday... there were two babies, but one was hiding out somewhere.
Mama tried to lead me off, pleading "broken wing, broken wing, come to meeee!"
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They're so much cuter when they're tiny, but dry!
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