But wait, let's zoom in a bit.
They belong to a Killdeer. And Mrs. Killdeer was not happy that I was walking around her nest. If you want to call it a nest. More like a shallow depression in the dirt. She was quite nervous and wanted me to follow her away from her babies.
So she pulled the broken wing act, like on the Discovery Channel.
Nevertheless she continued the fake job.
Meanwhile I sewed all these little snowballs together and now I'm just staring at it. I don't know what to do. Wait for some inspiration or just quilt it and sew on a binding and call it done. Hmmmm.