Because I’ve done exactly what I complain about in others and haven’t bothered to educate myself, I can only assume that the flamingos engaging in these honking-followed-by-bill-to-bill-contact encounters are bickering (or should I say beak-ering?) with one another. They certainly seem ruffled, but for all I know this is a complicated greeting display performed between mated pairs, related individuals, and extremely close childhood friends.
Either way, it’s quite compelling, if a little hard on the eardrums. And they do it all the time.
(Incidentally, one of my “Bill Me” shots from flickr got shortlisted to be in the Washington, DC “Schmap”—something that, when I first saw the email about it, I assumed was a scam along the lines of the Nigerian-banking missives. But apparently it’s a legitimate guide of some sort. Who knew?)
Either way, it’s quite compelling, if a little hard on the eardrums. And they do it all the time.
(Incidentally, one of my “Bill Me” shots from flickr got shortlisted to be in the Washington, DC “Schmap”—something that, when I first saw the email about it, I assumed was a scam along the lines of the Nigerian-banking missives. But apparently it’s a legitimate guide of some sort. Who knew?)
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