Randy had arrived at the rookery for his first (he hoped) breeding season a little early. No one else was here yet; his adult plumage was iffy and his voice had not finished changing. He hoped he wasn't going to have to sing those old Four Seasons/Frankie Valli falsetto songs to attract a mate . . .
Gene just couldn't seem to get texting language down. When his girl friend texted him a picture of her new spring plumage, he got it wrong again. He thought LOL was "lots of love," not "laughing out loud . . ."
Susanna had never given the boys a stray thought. But now that she was in her early 20's (in bird years), the warm spring breezes were blowing, those frilly tail feathers were starting to look good, and romance was beginning to sound pretty appealing . . .