I noticed this little feller sitting there by the bird feeder looking a bit disheveled. The pin feathers sticking up on his head, the wing feathers all skewampy. Something told me he was a fledgling. Then over hopped mama.
At first, he just danced around, turning this way and that. I could almost hear her sighing and saying, "Son, open up you mouth! It's lunch time." It was like watching the avian version of "airplane" or "choo-choo train" at feeding time.
"Come on son, just open your mouth and eat already. Do I need to set the timer?"
"If you don't open up right now, I am going to put the wii away for the rest of the day."
Finally, he listened to his mother and had his lunch.
Let me tell you, that was one hard working mother.