A mans work is never done

Over the last few weeks we have been noticing a pretty yet many yellow bird weaving hanging nests on a tree outside our window.  In the morning he would start … by the evening he was finished and by the following morning he would be starting another one and the first one had dropped to the ground.  I felt sorry for this little fella as it seemed like they hadn’t contacted a good structural engineer to draw up the designs for his nest and they kept on falling down.   It wasn’t until last weekend that a friend informed me that it wasn’t the engineers’ fault that the nests were falling down, nor was it the male birds fault that they were falling … actually it was his intended spouses’ fault that the nests would be constructed and then dropped.  This poor male bird has to go out and find grass, and then spend countless hours weaving it together to create a lovely abode for him and is lady … but if the lady does not think that it is good enough OR large enough he has to start on another one.  My heart bleeds for this poor innocent male bird that is doing his best for his lady which never seems to be good enough.