The Tire Nest

We were on our way to Monticello Saturday via the "Berea" shortcut when Andrew said, "Dad, stop the car. There's some kind of nest on the ground."
He got out to take a picture, and I stood by the side of the road. I told him I didn't know what kind of nest it was.
Looking at the picture later, I realized it was a burned out tire. Some nest.