Showing off Season?

I guess it must be nest showing season. I feel like I'm in a judging contest, or something. Motherhood is cross-species. Mrs Sparrow of Charlotte accosted me on the way to church, the way sparrows do. She wanted to show me her very creative location choice for her hatchlings.
It was exactly in the recesses of a street light. I was impressed, even though that would not have been my choice, had I been a bird and of nest building age and facility, still, I thought it was very resourceful;especially when she explained to me her reasoning.
I expressed to her my concern that it was too near the electricity which might pose a danger.
She said the current served a purpose for her in protecting her from predators who though they might be brave enough to chase them into that spot, might not be smart enough to avoid the current and be singed, if not killed altogether. I had not thought of that and said that it did make sense to me.
Her primary reason for choosing that spot was that she had intentions of having the most intelligent hatchlings she had ever laid.
She said that she would be able to read to her hatchlings and burn the midnight oil, thus giving herself more time with them to develop prowess and ingenuity. She said that she has a book of all of the facts that she neglected in each of the earlier seasons of "bird-rearing" and she reads it to them so as not to leave out one detail.
She intends for these hatchlings to be her best prepared ever and the streetlight helps her accomplish her goal.
How very different she is from Mrs. Robin, who has to run everything by Mr. Robin every season. Their relationship is good, but their hatchlings suffer. They spend hours on end bickering and fussing, this can't possibly be good for the hatchlings to see, but who am I to judge that.
Mrs. Robin is an awesome counselor and I cannot see how she finds the time to schedule in her sessions with me, with a high-maintenance family that she has and a husband that questions her every step.
I am grateful for her consideration to take me under her wing. The geese gave up after one attempt. It may be because, I just don't see them every day. They have very little patience for sullenness. Everytime I see them they make some sort of motion to let me know that I am the but of their jokes, since the rain incident.