Tweet and not twitter

Here's looking at you, kid.. and you'd better skidaddle!

I’m peeking but cannot see. I’m listening but cannot hear. Just what is going on in that fake plant hanging on the edge of my mountain deck? I get scolded if I go too close! That’s when I really get to hear Mama or Papa bird tweet if I try to sit on the deck railing and take a picture. they are good parents.
As we sit quietly at the deck picnic table we have a front row seat. Mama is bringing succulent lunch to something inside that silk spider plant; a bit of worm is dangling from her mouth as she peers around making sure it is safe to hop under the fake leaf with her prize lunch. I do hear a bit of a chirp when I sit inside the sliding door of the den and listen as I type this… but nuthing, absolutely nuthin’ if we sit closer by! I’m afraid that the unveiling will be after we are gone-maybe in time for a rental guest! How lovely.
Meanwhile I’ll have to be content to watch the first trillium flowers begin to pop through the 3 leaves–just waiting for the applause.

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