Nest building has been going on apace with Unring bringing up fair sized sticks, tiny sticks, medium sized sticks and the occasional very large stick. Slivers of bark, dry grass and fragrant manure off the field line the nest cup. Over the past few days KL has taken to hopping into the nest, and rather than rearranging everything, has just been standing with a ruminative look in her eye, hunched up against the wind. She is definitely feeling herself into brood mode. From a life of the constant movement of migration to the extreme opposite of constant confinement takes some contemplation and quite a few hormonal changes. Meanwhile, with virile unconcern, Unring blithely muscles in yet another stick.