I'm sitting on the back porch, and, there is quite the small bird rumble going on. Three of them appear to be fighting over the hammock. There's one on each end, and, one in the middle, and, a whole lotta squawkin' going on. I'm not entirely sure what the problem is, since all three of them and several hundred of their closest friends would fit on there.

Sadly, the dispute was never settled. A sedan full of rednecks blaring John Mellencamp music passed by, and, obviously, these small, discerning creatures preferred the John Cougar days, so they had to leave.