I saw these birds on our veranda this morning. Veranda sounds so Southern and elegant - brings to mind sipping on a nice tall glass of sweet tea while rocking beside your sweetheart enjoying a nice summer breeze. Veranda definitely sounds much better than porch, deck, or patio, don't you think?
Anyway, I couldn't decide what these two birds were doing on our veranda.
First, they looked like they were kissing. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic. I know.
They could have been fighting over territory. It is a nice veranda with a view...
Then biting each other.
Love pecks like a friendly little pat on your husband's bottom as he walks by.
Or a bite like Mike Tyson and an ear.
Then sweet kisses again. Or a shot to the jugular.
She really knocked him off his feet! Or tried to push him off the balcony.
And then both of them flew away.
I say it was love.
David thinks it was war...
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