Please keep a close eye on me. There are a lot of dangers in that horse field.
For example, this big yellow guy, Vegas. He could stomp on me.
Or even this shaggy thing, she's not that big but she could chase me a round or two.
Mama, I love you dearly and I know you are doing the best you can with what you've got. But seriously, you couldn't have chose a worse place for me to be born and raised.
It's like the hood 'round here, ya know?
At least I have this great thing called camouflage on my side.
See mama? See how well I can hide?
Arghhhh!! It's Godzilla!! Run for your life!!!!
Oh. He's not so bad. He just wanted to get a shot of these legs. They are awesome, aren't they? They are my saving grace.
I work out, ya know.
I'm okay, mama! I love you! Thank you for flapping around in the dirt and makin' a fuss and protecting me all of the time.
You are the bestest mama ever.
Your son B.K. (Baby Killdeer.)
**Note from Ranch Girl**
I never knew what a killdeer was until about a year in a half ago. I worked at a school in the city and a pair of killdeer found a nice bark dust bed in the middle of our paved playground to lay her eggs. We set up stakes and flags around the perimeter and watched the mama and papa birds protect that nest. Every day at recess we prayed that no playground balls would roll in there and that children would heed our warnings to stay out. A week or two passed and then one Monday.....our facilities manager had some bad news. The crows that had been pestering those poor birds finally got to the eggs. We were all very sad. We weren't 100% sure this is what happened. Now that I know more about killdeer, I am hoping those babies just hatched and ran away on those long little legs to safety!