Ms Bluejay had shown off in front of me.

I was sitting in my usual spot enjoying the sky, when I heard her familiar peep, from the bushes. I got up and saw her struggling with quite a huge piece of treasured food. She is usually fastidiously vain, not to look greedy. I watched her expectantly. This piece of something was so big, that she could hardly carry it and had to keep dropping it and picking it up before she got to...THE NEST. Evidently, the nest that I thought was hers, wasn't. There are 2 in the courtyard and I happily got to peak at the dainty mother nurturing her young.
I had noticed that the bees were singing a more happy and distracted tune, up there in the blooms of the crepe myrtle, everyday. They all seemed to be serenading over the nest. A choir of honeybees admired and sang at the hatchlings. I really didn't think anything could distract those bees from their work. They are sooo diligent at their endeavors. Pollenating is serious work and they go about it, in the most determined day. These are not the days of years earlier, when there were young bees to entertain and develop. Evidently the bees are upperclassmen and they have formed a choir that sings in the tops of the crepe myrtle. I loved when they used to jump rope and play and sing songs and wrestle. Now they are always busy and attentive to work. I can hardly get a word in edgewise, with them. They all kept it completely secret from me, (those imps). So Ms. Blue could tell me herself. They were sworn to secrecy by Mrs. Blue. I was glad. The secret is out now and I can't wait to see the little peeps, who she is nurturing up there.