I've heard just about enough squawking today to last a lifetime.
Honestly, I only reminded someone about a science assignment. I tell you being the parent of a teenager can be bloody difficult. You want to give them the space to make their own choices but you know that no matter how grown up they think they are they still need guidance.
Problem is while they NEED guidance, they don't always WANT it.
And so the squawking starts.
And so the very responsible parent left the house and went for a walk to South Bank. Some arguments you are not going to win so it's best to just retreat gracefully and come back to fight another day.
So having escaped the squawking, what did I find? A bird squawking.
While I watched this little bloke put on quite a show. He spread his wings, he posed and preened and feigned disinterest while going out of his way to draw attention to himself.
Sounds a bit like what I left at home really. I guess you just have to give them the space to spread those wings until they are ready to fly the nest.