That “Peaceful” Nest Was Hiding Something Way Darker Than Feathers
What’s Hiding in the Nest?
A set of sharp, deliberate scratches near the base of a tree caught the eye—marks too precise to have been made by the usual suspects. His heart rate picked up, and for the first time in a long while, Tim wondered what kind of predator had slipped into his once peaceful domain. But the ground was clean—no feathers, no signs of a struggle.
Curiosity gnawed at him. The park ranger knew this wasn’t something he could ignore. With a rush of determination, Tim sprinted to the ranger station, grabbing his climbing gear. He had to see what was in that nest—whatever it took.
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