I heard a bit of a ruckus in the woods--some pounding, rustling, and a bit of flute music--and thought I might investigate. I crept up ever so quietly, but just as I was about to peak my head out from around a large boulder, my foot stumbled on a small rock. Instantly, as if by magic, the woods went quiet. I stepped out quickly and not a fairy was to be found, but . . . I did find this bit of construction. It seems they had enough time to personally vanish but not enough time to hide their work. What a find! It's ingenious, really. Thin saplings are bent in half in a loop shape. Each end is buried into the ground, probably by at least a foot, I would imagine. This sets out the "ribs" of the building. Then thinner branches are woven in and out of the ribs. Obviously, I caught them in mid-construction of the shell. I'm certain they would have finished it off with quite a bit of leaves, greenery, fallen pine boughs, moss, and possibly even a rock-like veneer in places. It makes me wonder just how many of these finished dwellings I have passed by and never even saw. I am getting closer. They cannot hide from me forever. Run fairies, but you cannot hide.