For the past several years we have been blessed to see a killdeer raising her family in the huge gravel parking lot across the street. Her cries are unmistakable.
I hadn't heard her this year.
I heard her before I saw her. I saw her before she saw me!
Once she did, she was gone.
Running away, leading me away from her nest - which remains hidden.
I will leave her in peace
To raise her babies.
Maybe I will get lucky and see them before they fly away themselves.