"Covering yourself with twigs and grass would be striking." Ha ha. Do it. Do it anyway, do it for this bird and also for Oleander's entertainment—

"If we're waiting for it to fly off, then whispering like freshly-robed acolytes and keeping still feels, hmm, counterproductive." Not that he makes any move to scare the bird away and get a feather or two out of it, because he likes looking at it, but hello? Do they not want it to leave with some alacrity, so they can get this thing over with? Nature is confusing.