More Mouths to Feed

I understand that real estate is a tricky business, but I'm pretty sure this particular mama bird got played when she bought this property.  Her house is in our ridiculously shoddy and thin arborvitae right at eye level.  She's got a view of nothing, but we've certainly got a view of her.  She may as well be on the ground in the center of our yard mud pit.

Mama Bird:  What do you guys want from McDonalds?
Babies: Cheeseburgers!
[Mama Bird flies away and returns with food.]
Babies:  Did you ask for extra pickles?
[Mama Bird flies away and returns with food.]
Babies:  These have onions!  We said, "No onions!"
Mama Bird:  No, you didn't.
Babies:  It was implied.  No one likes those dehydrated onions.
[Mama Bird flies away and returns with food.]
Babies:  There's not enough mustard.  One squirt?  Who are they kidding with this?  Don't come back with less than two squirts.
[Mama Bird flies away and returns with food.]
Babies:  I'm feeling carnivorous.  Make them double cheeseburgers.
[Mama Bird flies away and returns with food.]
Babies:  Actually, we're thinking maybe McNuggets sound better.
[Mama Bird cries.]

She's a hard worker, that Mama Bird.  At first I felt bad for her.  Then I thought about how she doesn't have to clean the house and I stopped feeling bad for her.  Then I thought about how she doesn't get to use the internet and I felt bad for her again.

Regardless, I think my babies are cuter. :)