Our roosters love to show off, so do the lovely ring-necked pheasants out in the fields, and the little cardinal who endlessly battles himself in my truck’s side mirrors. But of all the self obsessed and self impressed birds I’ve encountered this fellow takes top prize.
I can imagine how easy it is for these fellows to become utterly narcissistic. It’s a rare audience who can look upon them without an exclamation of admiration, a sigh of delight. With the exception, perhaps, of his beleaguered hen. For her it’s another day in the life.