While Nessa and I were in Oakland, we met Rob for lunch in the park-like setting in front of the building he works. Rob seemed very happy we were there with him. I am sure it was a change from sitting alone on the very bench we sat on. As we opened our insulated lunch bags, Rob and I noticed we packed almost exactly the same thing; cottage cheese, assorted veggies, Trisket crackers, fruit, trail mix and water. Nessa mentioned she has noticed Rob and I do that a lot. I thought it was cute. As we ate our lunch, a little bird with dots on it's breast caught my eye. It seemed it wasn't only our lunch time. It was theirs too! Or should I say hers? Rob, Nessa and I were trying to figure out if she was a baby being fed (I thought she was too big to be a baby) or wife/mother and the husband/father was helping the wife/mother gather food for their babies. We couldn't figure it out. Does anyone know what is going on here.
I bet Abraham Lincoln could!