The back door popped open while I was making our Sunday waffles. “Daddy, daddy, come quick!”

“I’m a little busy here sweetheart…”

“Daddy, just come outside!”

She showed me a stick.  Except it wasn’t a stick. It was a bird-poop covered moving something that looked like a stick.

Talk about natural selection! Wow, this thing blends very thoroughly with its environment.
No really, doesn’t it look like your windshield after you parked under that oh-so-shady tree?  And no self respecting predator is going to want to pounce on Mr. Robin’s day-after.