I found a baby bird in my driveway last night.
I took him inside, put him in a box with warmed towels and Harmony and Virginia stood watch over him.
A few minutes later, Harmony came running down the hallway and gleefully exclaimed, "Momma! He's pecking the side of the box!"
"Mmm hmm, he is?"
"Yes! I'm going to name him Pecker!"
Pecker McKnob. Does it get any better?