"Gone?! What do you mean they're gone? I was just getting used to them. When are they coming back?"
Bernadette explained that they wouldn't be back, that they grew large enough to fly and that now they could take care of themselves.
"And that's it? Not even a good-bye, sayonara, see you later, Sucker? Where's the love? Where's the understanding? Don't they even care?? How can you be so calm in the midst of tragedy?"
Bernadette told Bigsley that's just the way life is, that chicks weren't meant to stick around the nest after they could fly.
"But think of all the work! All the hours of attending to their every need? What about that?"
"I suppose it did the trick," said Bernadette.
"You are even more cold hearted than I originally thought," said Bigsley. "Now you're probably going to tell me you're getting ready to migrate."
"How did you know?"