Cole Porter said it first,
"Birds do it, bees do it,
even educated fleas do it.
Let's do it, let's fall in love"
Here for your viewing is what I observed this week in Biloxi - the old story, 65 million years give or take a few, maybe the oldest story:
Would you accept this twig as a token of my love, Madame?
No, I'm not impressed, she thought, but there might be potential here, so I'll wait to see see what else he has to impress me with.
He returned and began to clackle his beak next to hers. (After all what can you do with no hands?) She kind of liked it.
He maneuvered her to his side and whispered sweet nothings into her auriculars, and she thought they might have a future.
She dug her little scrape pit in the sand. He read the cues, and was encouraged.
Its now or never, he thought. Pounce!
It was all over in about ten minutes.
He will guard and protect her, and feed her fish during the nesting time. Next spring, the story will begin again with different pairings. I guess you could say they are serially monogamous.
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