Building A Nest

I just came from the park images-1 where for a half an hour watched a bird build her nest. I knew it was a female by how organized she was. She’d choose her twigs the way I might a melon, with extreme expertise, then swoop back up to put them in place.

It’s a pity she can’t teach at the Learning Annex. I for one could use a few decorating tips.

Of course it’s mating season so everyone, except for me, is having sex outdoors. How nice squirrels and sparrows never run up a hotel bill. I saw a bird being accosted playing the old hard to get game. Even pigeons apparently like the chase.

I’m particularly fond of the ducks garnished around the running track. I counted four couples looking exactly alike doing various things.

The first male I saw was pacing by himself waiting for his sweetheart, no doubt, who may have been by the water’s edge tending to her toilette. When they’re at the height of their passion, the male sticks close. Nothing like sex to keep a man at home.

Then came two doing their morning fast-waddle, the man always behind the woman. It’s so British. She’s got on her same old brown housedress while he’s clad to the nines, his plumage busting out all over. He always reminds me of my friend Ed who’s equally as dapper, but more after 10 a.m. Of course if you look at the Missus closely, you see she has one festive feather at the hem of her wing in a majestic midnight blue, so understated is she.

I laugh at the third couple sleeping in, both tucked in their wings as if they had a late night. My depravity tells me they were fucking till the wee hours the reason they’re so tuckered out.  stock-photo-ducks-mating-135439760

Last but no least, there’s always one female wandering alone either searching for a mate or running away from one, as if they had a fight. But nature, who always takes care of her own, will no doubt patch it up so we’ll have four sets of ducklings rompin and stompin in the very near future.  images-2

As for me, that robin doing her bedroom over has really inspired me. I’m heading out to Bloomingdales to buy new sheets and pillow shams.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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10 Responses to Building A Nest

  1. micklively says:

    Don’t lay any eggs. 😉
    Thanks Susannah

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  2. edwardcres says:

    Comparison to a mallard drake is high sartorial praise, indeed. Ironically, at my age, I look as rediculous naked as he looks plucked.

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    • There is a likeness though….I think this every time I see one strutting his plumes…all he needs is a bow tie and you a couple of feathers and you’d be twins…though you are a bit taller there ducky.

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  3. I’d like to build my own nest/house sometime. Of course, call me picky, but I’d like a roof on it and maybe even Internet access. But if it were in a tree, that would be fine with me.

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    Oh yes, Susannah, it’s that time of year. All the creatures have their motors running. We have a very large pond and each year there is one set of Canada geese and one set of mallard ducks. I can never get over how quickly their babies grow. Spring is my favorite time of year.

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    • Kate too has a pond…another reader…yes. motors running indeed. It’s downright immoral the way they’re all going at it like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t really mean that…but I find myself looking away saying…hey buddy, how bout behind that tree…would that kill you? Silly silly.

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  5. katecrimmins says:

    My frogs are eyeing each other up. I’m hoping for a nice grouping of eggs! No luck last year. They weren’t in the mood. Nothing like a bunch of tadpoles in a pond!

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    • This pond talk has me so envious…Skinny has one too. My mother used to collect frogs so they were all over the house starting with Kermit and an entire orchestra made out of blown glass. I hope your frogs are frolicking.

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