There’s something strange here on the ground.
I’m not sure what it is, but it’s little and round.
It’s not a rock.
There are lots of little round rocks on my trails, but this isn’t one of them.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like this little round thing before.
Guess I’d better check it out.
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It has a smell to it.
Some kind of animal smell.
But it’s a smell that usually doesn’t come this close.
It comes from a distance. From up in the trees.
What kind of bird would put their nest on the ground?
Well, I guess the quail hang out on the ground a lot, but even the baby quail would barely fit in this little nest.
It must belong to some hummingbirds.
They’re the only birds small enough around here.
I’d better warn them.
If they lay their eggs in this nest on the ground somebody might eat them.
Like me.
Or maybe those up to no good javelina.
They’d probably like some dessert after eating all those prickly pear cactus.
But why would those hummingbirds put this little nest on the ground in the first place?
What, person?
It’s been really windy lately?
You think they’re trying to protect their nest from the wind?
They’d better watch it.
Those javelina are scarier than the wind.
Hmmm.
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