The egret chicks at the nesting colony are growing. They’re doing some neat stuff as they grow, like practicing walking very carefully along branches.

But they are also getting up to a lot of nonsense.

Siblings! No fighting, no biting!

I understand fighting when there’s a parent about to regurgitate some yummy food…

…but most of the time that’s not when you’re fighting.

There are so many other things you could do to pass the time! You could practice your branch-walking.

You could be a perfect nest-ful of babies.

You could glare balefully at each other.

You could pointedly avoid each other’s gaze.

You could stare into the abyss and irritably contemplate infinity.

You could use both your eyes to look underneath your own chin, which is frankly a pretty weird ability.

You could—

Oh, never mind.

Look, you’re even bothering the adults: