A little bird told me...

Over this past weekend, I was helping a friend do some yard work. The great thing about this area of Australia in the summer is that the weather is so dang-blasted hot and dry that plants, including your lawn, just don't grow. So the work was limited to mostly cleaning up work.

Moving some branches aside, we discovered a hole in the siding that some birds had obviously been using as a nesting hole. After satisfying ourselves that there were neither eggs nor chicks inside, we pulled out as much of the nesting material we could reach (and what an archaeological dig THAT was) and then sealed the hole.

What we didn't count on was that the nest was still in use. Sure enough, back came the two owners fluttering in puzzlement around what used to be their front door. They then landed on a nearby branch and commenced to complain loudly to each other about this unfortunate turn of events.

Mrs Bird: See! I told you this would happen!
Mr Bird: What? How was I supposed to know that...
Mrs B: "Let's build the nest here," you said. "It'll be EASY," you said. "Humans are dumb - they'll never find it," you said. Now look at us! Homeless! AGAIN!
Mr B: Sorry, dearest. What can I do to make it up to...

And with that, Mrs B flies away leaving Mr B's last words stranded on the hot still January air.

Guess relationships are the same all over, even if you're only a bird.

- Farmer Ted