Pathetic

That's the look in the eyes of one mama bird as another mama bird approaches the last open bunk she is guarding in the sleeping porch. She exclaims relief that she found a place to fluff up the nest of her freshman youngun but is met with a sorry, it's taken reply. Don't worry, says the sophomore boy, the older guys will finish moving out shortly and there will be plenty of open bunks by tonight. He doesn't get it, the fact that mama birds NEED to lay claim to the new sleeping quarters before they can leave him for the night.

Maybe I should have given it to her, but I just couldn't.