As I waited for Mark to meet me in the Plaza Grande after his Spanish class earlier in the week, I was amused to watch a pair of pigeons in the midst of their pre-mating ritual. A female, slim and sleek, walked in a zig-zag pattern from one side of the sidewalk to the other, closely followed by an amorous male. He was literally inches behind her, and they were walking very rapidly, their little feet a blur. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to him, though she knew he was there.
While she looked very trim, he, on the other hand, had fluffed up his neck feathers and was crouched low, almost dragging his spread tail feathers on the ground.
When Mark arrived I was laughing and feeling a little sorry for the male, who kept getting interrupted by passers-by who broke up his efforts to win the heart of the lovely female.
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