Today on my run (which was exactly 6.0771km, according to this fun site: Gmaps pedometer) I saw a pair of sparrows flirting.
There was a low fence running alongside a field and the sparrows were slaloming in and out of the fence posts just ahead of my feet. They would whisk in and out and pause, I would catch up and they would whisk in and out - twittering away.
It was the most enchanting 100m I have ever run.
2 comments:
Awww.
Don't you wish human courtship rituals could be like that instead of flowers, chocolate, crappy internet dating services and screen names like "comegetmeimhorny"?
There's always ballroom dancing!
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