Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Chris Mansell #18 a chucklebird
These bowerbirds are currently conducting their energetic affairs in my garden. There is a bower where the blueblack shiny male has made a not very impressive display of blue things. Many of the green females congregate and he does his special display with special sounds and special prancing about which seems to be approved of. Then there is a flurry and then another female is there. They literally line up. The particular male is young, and skinny, but they seem to prefer him to the plumper male who appears sometimes to steal blue objects from him. I've seen as many as four females at a time queue up, though in this poem I've restricted it to just two.