Towards the end of the pick yesterday, I came upon this nest hidden amidst the grapevines.
The homeowner thought it was maybe a hummingbird nest, as a neighbour had told him he'd seen a hummingbird hanging about the yard. But a friend said it probably wasn't a hummingbird, so I'm left with an architectural-like satisfaction. Nests are like bras. Impossible elaborate constructions, even when empty.