Last Friday my husband and I were walking along the lovely path in Bellaire when we discovered a brand new map, which shows that the path much longer that we knew. We came upon several piles of disturbed dirt. A bicyclist told us they were nests of buried eggs, he had seen a snapping turtle leave. 

Sunday we took that path again and every nest had been dug up and the eggs emptied. I thought of foxes or dogs. Several people told me raccoons love eggs. Some animal(s) must have had a feast.