“Listen, rain is forecast for the next couple of years. El Niño, La Niña, Los Lobos, some kind of weather disturbance like that. We can’t wait for blue skies to get anything done. The world is our oyster.” Sampson snaps his wingtip feathers in rhythm with the music coming from across the pond while leading Gertie away from the shore.
“And may I say, Gertie, you are looking especially well groomed tonight.” Sampson winks at her with his third eyelid.
Gertie giggles as he takes her wing. “Oh, Sampson, you are such a charmer!”