OUR BABY EAGLE sits on his perch all day, screeching and screeching and (seemingly) accomplishing nothing. So I said we should name him Tucker.
Kathy immediately vetoed that proposal, hands on hips, saying, “We are NOT insulting that beautiful bird that way!” She’s right, of course. (Why is she always right?) Besides, our young eagle WILL someday soon accomplish something. Something graceful and beautiful. While the other guy will just keep sitting on his perch, screeching. And pooping. All over everything. Yeah, we’ll think of another name.