Sunday Monks

I spent Sunday morning with the two Monks of Amsterdam Avenue.

The nest is under the air conditioner on the top floor.
The nest with the Monk’s fire escape perch on the left.
The pair continued their nest building.
At times one would sing loudly while the other went to break a branch.  It seemed that the louder and longer the song, the longer the branch that was brought back.  Anyone want a free Ph.D. thesis idea?
By the time I left they had started an arch over the nest.
Periodically, the pair would stop and cuddle.
Off to get another stick.
A leaf became a snack.
As I left, the nest building continued.