Only this morning I discovered this modest new construction, snug against the trunk of the backyard pine tree. It's well-camouflaged to the casual passer-by, but only about six and a half feet off the ground, tucked in a hula-girl bend of the trunk. After chasing Fiona away from the bulb plantings underneath it ("back to your perfectly good litter box, thank you very much!") and seeing both mourning doves fly away, I used a stepstool and the indispensable Vari-Angle screen on the Canon to take this shot of the (so far) empty nest from above. Off now to buy a bell for Fiona.