Hidden. (post one)
Some time ago I wrote that you do not often get a chance to go back to a shape and work on it again, for all kinds of reasons. Hope I get to work on this one a couple of times.
One late afternoon I made a Burrow in a hidden area near to some beaches and after a month, after the first snow, I went back to see if and what was left of the shape. It made me smile when I stepped from the deer track into this hidden place and finding the shape again. I could immagine folk stumbling over it one day and wondering, or children finding it and running to their parents asking if they had heard about the existance of huge birds being able to make such huge nests. :)