Then another, and another, and another.
Well, they're in different places so they've left the nest. Maybe I can pick them up and move them to the prairie garden where they'll be safer.
Then I almost stepped on a bird nest. It's probably killdeer, a type of ground-nesting bird common around here.
Everything is having sex in our grass.
Oooookay, time to give up on mowing this part of the yard until the babies clear out. So my partner Doug is out mowing the tall grass part of the savannah instead.