A bird’s-eye-view of the Meadowlark’s nest reveals nothing. In the dark green world at the bottom of the meadow, she fashions an arched-over cup of dead grass which she enters like an oven. Carrying the camouflage further, she establishes landing strips away from the nest and approaches it on foot. It’s a desirable location: quiet country living with city convenience—just a step from Mother Nature’s Supermarket.
