I see the bird.
I see it in the tree.
I see a bird on a nest in the tree.
I see baby birds in the nest with the mama bird.
I know they are there.
They don't fool me when they sit like statues.
I want the birds.
I could be a mama bird. See?!
I can sit still for hours and hours and hours.
Just like you are doing, Mama Dove.
I have as much patience as you do.
I have hair that can keep baby birds warm.
Let me up there to take care of your babies.
Better yet, why don't you come down here.
I can take care of you.
Heh, heh heh!
And you thought I was a herding dog!
If you 'biggify' the picture you can see
chicks squabs in front of mama's breast.