I GOT IT ALL WRONG...

...the imagined clutch of brown-speckled turquoise eggs are far more advanced than I thought. Daddy blackbird was frantically pulling up worms to stuff this great lump of fluff & weak "Feed me" tweets.

It's sitting in the exact site of last year's assassination - déjà vu? I think Pushkin's adrenalin's getting ready to pounce. The lump of fluff can fly, but it's still so inept....

Crossed fingers are touching wood OK?