Troublemaker

"Is that the nest of the Red Condor?" I asked, placing one hand on my forehead to shield my eyes from the sunlight. My other hand pointed to a nest perched high atop a large tree.

"No, I don't think so," Linus replied.

"Where the hell is that bird's nest? We've been searching for over an hour already. Does it even nest around here?" Bob grumbled, now resting under the shade of a tree. We were on higher ground compared to the rest of the field, standing near a ledge about ten meters above a lower slope.

In front of us stretched a place known as Rock Field. It was a vast, open area surrounded by distant mountains, with a lake resting peacefully in the center.

"The chef said it should be around here," Linus muttered. He stood on a large rock, scanning the skies for any sign of our elusive target.