There it was . . . a red-winged blackbird’s nest. There was the alarm going off as the mother told me in no uncertain terms to get away as I approached the nest. Yes, of course . . . but . . . let me take a look first. I got close enough to see one egg, and there could have been more. The nest was built into the fence. I had heard they built their nests close to the ground. It would seem safer in a tree. But, these birds know more than me.
The other day, the cows were munching oh so close, I thought for sure they would destroy the nest, as I went on my jog. When I got back, the cows were gone, and the nest was intact. So, I kept an eye on that nest each day. I was so delightedly to find it.
But, as Nature has it, I approached it the other day, and no alarm. I took a closer look . . . and no egg. That was a sad moment.