Rewind to last week. All around the Hill estate we've been landscaping like crazy in preparation for a busy summer season with the studio and all that jazz. There is a giant mulch pile for spreading amongst the hostas and other plant species. On top of that mulch pile was a nest of some sort, it looked like a cracked-out-sand piper-bird's nest but I'm at a loss for its official name. Anyhow, we had to move the nest with four eggs inside, and the mama abandoned her little babies.
Have no fear, we found a similar nest, with similar eggs, and a much more cracked out mama bird, farther up the driveway. So, Heather and I, being the animal lovers, were all, "oh no those four babies can't grow up without a mama.... much less even crack themselves outta those paint-splattered shells without being sat on for quite a while longer." So, I put on some gloves and we relocated those 4 orphans to the new, comfy digs. The mama was all "hell no, I ain't takin more babies, I already got three of those things and four more just ain't gonna cut it". If push came to shove, and it didn't, Heather would have brought the babies home to her place and tried to hatch 'em. But luckily, the new mama decided she wanted to be all Angelina Jolie for a bit and arranged the new eggs in perfect formation around her original three.
I wonder if, when they hatch, they're going to look all crazy different and she'll be able to tell whose daddy was whose based on the scruff of their feathers or the way the babies chase after the skanky lady birds just like their father did.
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