Coo-eee! I’m waiting!
So, do you come here often?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Would you like to see my party piece?
Look at me when I’m talking to you?
Cor blimey, talk about playing hard to get.
Two can play at this game. Now its my turn…..
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Words fit so well with your photos! 🙂
Thanks Barbara.
Outstanding!
Thank you, Alois.
A lovely series of shots and a really enjoyable narrative Andrew 🙂 The Bulbul is a new one to me – a very fine looking bird
Very common indeed here James but always fun to watch. Thanks for commenting.
Lol! Great images and narrative.
Thanks Caroline. Birds just want to have fun, too.
That is a relationship going nowhere fast….maybe it will get somewhere slow.
Are you nailing these beauties with your feet up whilst sipping iced tea on the veranda? 🙂
Spot on Steve. Maximum walk distance, about 1 metre.
Contrary most of the time, animal matings, eh ? Summat like us. I think I can remember back that far … [grin]
Well it’s not the most direct approach I guess but it’s a very traditional ritual, M.R.
First play hard to get, then some coyness. Irresistible for most lovers. Wonderful shots. Soon there will be the patter of little feet.
As long as it’s not the snake we hear, Gerard. There are a few new baby bulbuls about already. I’ll see if I can snap a few.
You are such a romantic Andrew.
Very enjoyable sequence.
I shall take that as a compliment, Rod. Any hummers your way yet?
Absolutely. Yes apparently the ruby throated was up at the cottage last week. I haven’t see where they are renting this year yet.
Complimenti, una serie di scatti splendida che hai associato alle giuste parole, sembra proprio che stiano dialogando gli uccellini 🙂
Ciao, Patrizia
This is the start of a very happy relationship. Why? because it reminds me of when Pete and I first met 😉
The course of true love seems to run the same in and out of trees. Delightful set of photographs.
Spot on captions. funny- each fit the picture to perfection. And you kept snapping away to keep up with the action or (not).
They are very photogenic, Yvonne. Hard not to be smitten by them.
A delightful combination of words and photographs in this one-act play, “Love Among The Leaves.” Did you run out of film before the grand finale? 🙂
Alas, the light faded and so did I. I left the young love birds to their own happy ending, Marylin.
Good fun. Here we are being bombarded with what my husband calls novice pilots. Every sparrow, tit and finch seems to be fledging on the same day. I even saw a wren tumbling through a shrub before grabbing a twig.
I used to love watching the fledglings. I recall my parents counting the baby blue tits out as they each took their maiden flight. It was an annual ritual. Such simple pleasures.