I'm afraid they weren't feeling very chatty this day, just a lot of bird noise and feather flapping, so I am guessing what they said. Sister finch wanted to have her turn in the bird bath. Brother finch said he wasn't getting out and kept it all to himself. Tsk!
He had been getting cold in the shade...
and decided to take an early bath. The water had been warmed by the sun, and he was finely getting nice and toasty.
Sister finch arrived but he tricked her and left for a minute or two to get his special shampoo. Just as she was about to take her dip, he brushed her aside and jumped in. She waited and waited and waited, eventually saying he was taking too long and now it was her turn. She had a date with a very charming young finch that night and she wanted to look pretty.
Brother finch said, "Nuh-uh, I don't think so." She tried to pull him out with her beak.
That didn't work.
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She got tired of waiting and he continued with his bath, but she reminded him to take the leaves out before he left and to hurry up, time was ticking.
When she returned, she noticed brother finch had not removed the biggest leaf. Did you know sister finches can roll their eyes up to the ceiling? I actually saw her do it! “Typical”, sister finch said, so she decided to use the leaf as a luffa and exfoliated her feathers (say that ten times fast).
Good for you sister finch, you took the high road and made the best of it, but she would ask father finch to give her brother a talking to. She had four other sister finches and none of them were going to put up with his shenanigans. Father finch agreed, as after all, he wanted peace in the tree tops all night long, so the sister finches could happily sing their songs. Now where did he hear that before?
And that's how it goes on this Saturday Morning at the Bird Bath/Feeder.
Thanks for stopping by, and have a
have a wonderful day happily singing your own songs.
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