Sailor here.
We have birds. Baby birds. Mom says they are baby Stellar Jays.
She says that's why the old umbrella is still on the patio and not the new umbrella. She says that is why the oak trees did not get trimmed this spring.
She says first there was a nest and then there were eggs and now there are baby birds.
They are nekkid.
Mom says that soon they will grow downy feathers then grow flight feathers. And then they will fly.
All I know is that they are loud at supper time.
Just like Jib.
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