The male Hammerhead bird of South Africa has figured out that his girlfriend gets amorous when he presents her with items to spruce up the 300 pound nest the couple share atop a knobby tree in the “open” style bird house at the Bronx Zoo. He goes out again and again to find suitable gifts for his lady, and today he comes back bearing some choice twigs and leaves, each worth about eight seconds of lovemaking. After each session he is swiftly kicked out to find a new trinket.
He knows in his heart that my sable paintbrush would rock her (and his) world. He circles the water bottle where the precious object is parked between furious flashes of watercolor genius.
In the end I cannot cede the prize, and the bird screeches what i can only assume are bird expletives, and I decide it is probably time to exit.
