I was out on a job site yesterday, and as I was opening a gate to get onto the property, a pair of western kingbirds kicked up a almighty fuss, swooping around and squawking and chittering.
I didn't think much about it, but when they did the same thing at the same spot when I was leaving the property, it made me pause. They were still swooping around and yelling at me, and alternately perching on the nearest bush.
I took a closer look at my surroundings, and spotted this fuzzy clump in the angle of a fence post, safely held in place by the barbed wire cross bracing.
It held treasure.
Four perfect eggs, beautifully speckled with rich mahogany brown. I snapped a couple pictures and left quickly so I wouldn't stress out the parents any more than I already had.
Seeing eggs in a nest is so special and rare.