I depend on my mom for many things. Sometimes, the sun is so bright it hurts my eyes. That’s when I ask mom to be my shade.
Even though people call me a weaver, I think of myself as a skilled architect. I build large, grassy nests that contain several rooms. I line the exterior of my nest and the area around the entrance with thorny twigs. This discourages predators.
Some days are for the birds.