Let’s see, (male teenage peregrine) flying is fun. But flying means being hungry all day. Forget that, I’m staying home. Hmm, maybe rent a good movie, how about “UP!”?
Let’s see (female teenage peregrine) HE got to do it, why can’t I? It’s not f AIR! (Flappity flappity flappity. Watch out, she’s on edge today.)
Um, pigeon, my favorite. Thanks, Mom. Hey, bro, you want some? Lemme think about it.
KIDS–DON’T SQUAB-ble.
Let’s see (both) let’s charge at Mom or Dad on the ledge and make them fly off and have to circle back. Hah, madeja blink! (But note that neither of them does this to the other. There are rules to this game.)
(Both) I didn’t go to bed last night and I’m not going to bed tonight and you can’t make me!
(Kekoa parks himself on low ledge behind nestbox, tail to the wind. Stretches occasionally. Maya sits on the end of the upper ledge close by: last night, flapping from time to time. Tonight, she has her tail going off the ledge too, being daring like her brother. Both seem to be snoozing rather than pulling an all-nighter this time.)
Hey, Piz’za Chicago is down the street and they do delivery. Dad?
(Parent)Â (grumble) (Talk about a pie-in-the-sky plan.) Kids!