I watch them watch the grandkids at the playground w/a sit-&-wait stance,
whooping & sallying forth to intercede occasionally,
like the Great Crested Flycatcher
who swoops from his perch in the canopy
after the bugs with his whee-ep whee-ep! in the dark night.
except for that odd habit of tucking shed snakeskin into his nest,
he’s like those boys: long & lean.
This whee-ep whee-ep call is also a locator call used to reassure the wife that he’s nearby tilting at windmills while she makes the nest, does the laundry etc. (Hmmm: a subject for