Like water off a sparrow’s back?

Why would they feather their nests with the wet bark from Mr. Tree? The young couple were as cute as could be feathering and choosing the delightful branches together. Her northern husband is not a micromanager that her father was. He just enjoys the sight and the experience of putting the pieces together. What a contrast to Father Robin who had to be convinced and take a trip to the Library of Feathered Sciences before he would even put a single strand in the nest. I wish I could get the new sparrow couple together with Mother and Father Robin for counseling. Mrs. Robin would be a lot less stressed if she had a well raised fellow like sparrowling caught up there in the North. Father Robin has calmed down a bit it is true, but that is only since the fledglings have left the nest. I don’t see hide nor hair of them, like honeymooners, its true, but he did take years off of Mother Robins life with his rantings.

The couple were making eyes at each-other and dreaming of being partners in parenting together. Their premarital counseling had concentrated on the differences between them. This storm made them reminisce about the differences that had attracted them. I just love how you chose that precise large piece of bark for our nest, the dashing sparrow complimented his bride. She was really surprised that he found it fun to do this. For her it is quite a chore carrying the eggs and flying and picking is not one of her favorite things to do. She winked back, now, out of habit. They are really loving eachother regardless what she feels these days.