Nestlings in his cup (the backstory)

Yesterday, I posted this photo on Facebook with the caption, "The best part of waking up...is nestlings in your cup!"

Perhaps someone may be wondering how my dad ended up with a nest full of baby birds in his cup.  So I thought I would share my dad's story with some embellishment by me.

My dad with his youngest grandchildren - al fresco

I think the story is best presented as a song.   If you have forgotten the theme song for The Beverly Hillbillies, click here for a refresher.

Now, with that tune and many of the same lyrics in your head, sing along with me.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Cy.

He had a big porch with eaves nice and high.

Then one day he was standing at the door

When down from the eaves droppings fell to the floor.

Poo that is, mama bird's and baby birds'.

Well the first thing you know, Cy gave those birds a stare,

Told them twice, "Move away from there!"

Said, "On my eaves isn't where you ought to be!"

"Go build your nest in that shady tree!"

Oak, that is.

Pretty leaves, hefty limbs.

Well when spring came again, Cy filled up the spots

Where birds like to nest with mugs, jugs and pots.

He thought they'll never nest here because of that cup

But Cy's dear wife turned it right side up!

Mama bird said, "Home, sweet, home, Take your shoes off!"

And baby birds came along now, ya hear?