It seems like a peaceful moment in the wilds of outer suburbia, but somewhere in the depths it sounds like a big fight is going on:
I'm just imagining a couple of turtles shaking their heads. "Birds are fighting again."
"You'd think they'd try to keep it down for the kids."
"Ain't hatched yet."
"I coulda sworn---"
"That was the Jays' kid."
"Oh, okay. Maybe that's why they're fighting? Kid won't leave the egg?"
"Could be. Couples always fight about the kids."
"That and money."
"Birds ain't got no money."
"Well, aside from a little nest egg."