Here's the resulting text string with John and my friend Lisa:
Me: I've got a serious bird nest problem. It is way too
close to the edge ant it needs pushed back.
But she won't move.
Lisa: It's survival of the fittest man. DON'T MESS WITH DARWIN! Besides if you touch the nest she may not want to use it again. You filthy, untrustworthy human.
John: If we fuck with it, she may abandon the nest. Or is that just eagles?
Me: Oh sure, you're telling this to the mom whose kids
are all leaving her to go to middle school. If those
fucking eggs don't hatch, I'll lose it.
I can't take much more.
John: She's a good mom.
John: She hardly ever drinks or gets hookers up there.
Lisa: The only thing you can do is drink and pray to the alcohol gods...
Me: We're moving the nest so just get your head around it.
Lisa: You've been warned...
Me: It just needs pushed back a couple of inches.
You can wear gloves.
Lisa: ME?! I want to part of nature's wrath. Use a spatula or something - DON'T TOUCH IT I SAY! She doesn't want your opposable thumb STANK in her nest. You can't get that smell out....
30 minutes later
Lisa: Can we come over earlier? Madi has been asking me "is it time to go yet, can we go now, when will it be 5:30?!?" SINCE I PICKED HER UP FROM SCHOOL AT 11:50. Shoot me now.
Me: Sure whenever
Lisa: Be there at 4:30....I owe my life to you....Madi owes hers too :)
Me: And you'll repay me by moving a bird nest.
Lisa: Fuck.
But the doves survived and they got big really fast. I had to google "how fast do doves grow" just to make sure that some gang of cannibalistic doves hadn't moved in and eaten the poor little things. But they were fine. Eggs to flying off in 2 weeks.
Then the next week, there's our dove in the back yard gathering twigs.
John: Is that our bird?
Me: I think so.
John: What's it doing?
Me: Gathering sticks for a new nest.
John: A new nest?
John: I think our bird's a whore.
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