Harry the Horny House Finch
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Harry the Horny House Finch, in all his glory, perched in his favourite Saskatoon Berry tree. Snapped just seconds ago.
Harry the Horny House Finch has a few lessons to learn about the fairer sex.
He seems to think that jumping random ladyfinches from behind is his ticket to reproductive bliss… without even offering to buy them a drink or a few sunflower seeds first.
Poor fellow. He’s often found all alone at my feeders, just waiting for another female to arrive, with barely a peep of his beautiful song to be heard. With his rose coloured cap and breast, he’s stunning to behold — but at the same time, rather sad and pathetic. He just doesn’t seem to have a social clue.
I wish I knew how to speak Finch. I’d give him a few words of advice. I’d tell him to chill out a bit. I’d tell him all about the… uh…
Birds.
And the bees.
I’d buy him a (really little) beer and tell him that everything was going to be alright.
That he just has to keep his cool.
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This is not Harry. Harry is even less subtle. Borrowed from the Internet Bird Collection (http://ibc.lynxeds.com/).
That, with his looks and his sweet, sweet hanging feeder, the chicks will eventually come to him.
Keep it in your pants, Harry. Spring has barely sprung.
Patience is a virtue.
And chicks dig sensitive males.
Chirp. Chirp.