Nest of my Nest

I had tied Bones, the scarey B. word Bird up in the nest I made in the Cherry Plum tree to maybe keep others....like the neighborhood tiger for instance...from squatting in it, because that is my damn catbird seat.. But I go up there...and what do I find? A little nest in my nest. It is lined whith cherry plum blossoms, whatever bird not impressed by old Bones. Okay then. Okey Dokey. Think I'll see how things look on the roof where the Grackles have been bowling horse chestnuts. Then take a walk.