But the best thing about our one night there was this little mama bird inhabiting the site next to ours. She might have escaped our notice had she not carried on so loudly when we got within five feet of her territory. The reason? She was guarding a clutch of three eggs in her “nest” beneath the picnic table.
J: “Was that you?”
K: “No. I thought it was you.”
J: “Listen. There it is again...it’s coming from right there. Is that a bird?”
K: “Where? I don’t see anything.”
J: “Right here by my feet! It looks just like the rocks!”
K: “Nice try. I think it’s the huevos rancheros.”
If you have ever gone hiking in the alpine tundra and (not) seen a ptarmigan, you know what I am talking about.