why is she knitting a nest

But why is she knitting a nest? We asked each other. We knew the old bird was too old to become a mother. The bird sat quietly with knitting needles clicking away. She liked it when she confused us on a rainy Tuesday. It was really a scarf, but she said nest to get us talking. We are a chattery bunch, and soon were squawking. Arguments ensued, and hens began pecking each other. She snickered to herself, and so did rooster, her brother.