Still seated, she reaches up her arms for the child and coos over it.
Whistles and chirps, coos and caws and croaks, would have grown familiar to him.
On the mother's back the child sleeps and coos and observes what goes on about it.
Just like a pair of turtle-doves, all bills and coos and smiles.
You'd know that by the soothing way it coos, and also by the colour of its ...