Flycatcher story, part II
The next morning the male pied flycatcher was in place quite early. He sang even louder in the light of the rising sun, filling out the short breathing pauses with investigations of the nesting box and catching insects in the air. And a few hours later his awaited was there.
The female bird’s initial shyness was soon replaced by curiosity. She descended downwards to study the thing at closer quarter, just as the fervent suitor was again in the nesting box. But only for a moment, then fled at once again with the male after her like a shadow. And so this gay chasing game was played the whole day in the same way.
Maybe it is so with birds too that it isn’t suitable to agree to everything at once. Not even when the suitor is likeable, sings well and owns no less than two nesting places.
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