Fred Birdhead, as head of the nest, was standing watch while Sylvia regurgitated the little ones. Fred couldn't watch that. That and the mess he slept in every night made him want to regurgitate. No, he'd watch out for predators.

There's a lie right there. Birds are too stupid to watch out for predators. You've seen the cat sneaking up on a bird. You see it but the bird doesn't. The bird turns around and sees the cat; the cat freezes; the birds looks for more worms. This happens a couple of times. What's the bird thinking? The cat is some sort of lawn ornament? Suddenly, the cat leaps. Goodbye bird. All that's left is some feathers, depending on how fussy the cat is.

Fred was just sitting there, that's all. Then he saw the squirrel. Fred laughed to himself. That stupid squirrel thinks he got a feast coming up. Fred and Sylvia planned this nest with care. It was at the end of a very small branch. That squirrel was going to bend the branch and take a fall. Fred laughed again.

Sylvia, seeing the squirrel, and remembering Fred's other plans, took one of the little ones over to her friend's nest. Then they both flew back for the other two.

Sylvia's friend asked Sylvia what Fred was doing sitting there now that the nest was empty.

"Oh, you know how guys are. He's going to do his macho thing."

The squirrel crept closer and closer. Fred thought, two more steps and the squirrel was headed for the ground. One more step.

"Owwlll!! That wasn't a pretty sight", said the widow Birdhead.