Scissor-tails at home

A pair of Scissor-Tailed Flycatchers are nesting in the furthest south of the 6 scraggly adolescent elm trees right out in front of the bunkhouse. Beautiful bird whose predominant song sounds like the beep-beep of a cheap child's squeeze toy. They are lovely though. The nest is flimsy and light; you can see right through it. No eggs yet that I can see, so perhaps they are still building. They hover around worrying and fluttering back and forth among the trees. A couple of times last night, they posed two on a branch in full view, a birdwatcher's dream. Between poses we witnessed a lovers' quarrel - loud, intense, with much flapping of wings, and forgotten a moment later.

Pepper has a scrape on her shin and seems subdued - happy to lounge on the grass in front of the bunkhouse. Uncharacteristically willing to lie down when I tell her to do so. How does a dog process such a near miss, I wonder?