After eye-dancing for a while, PiJean walks up to Pidge and they proceed to have the following dialogue:
PiJean: Say ma, what's good? May I get you a bread crumb?
Pidge: No thank you, I flew in from NY this morning, so I'm kind of tired.
PiJean: Word? Aight. If you change your mind though, let me know.
Pidge: Aww, that's nice of you. Thanks.
PiJean: Don't sweat it ma. It's a pleasure.
Feeling slightly defeated, PiJean makes his way to the other corner of the planter. He can't help but look back though - never had he met a bird this fly. Flustered, he sends a chirp out to his boys. Advice was needed.
Pidge didn't know why she turned PiJean down. To be honest she was intrigued. He had this swagger about him. The way he clucked about was charming, to say the least.
After a couple more crumbs PiJean finds the courage to approach Pidge one last time before he headed to another planter.
PiJean: I'm bout to head out, are you sure you dont need anything?
Pidge: Actually...
Pidge interlocked her wing with his, and led him to the bar. One crumb led to another, and next thing you know they were pecking out. As the peck out session intensified, PiJean decided to mount Pidge in the middle of the planter, for all the world to see, and do, what is known in the animal kingdom as, the nasty.
It looked like this:
All the other planter-goers turned away in disgust. Not me though. I was enthralled. A group of girls, next to me, were fascinated by the scene as well.
When PiJean and Pidge were finished, and they had unruffled their feathers, they exchanged numbers with the hope that migration might take them to the same place in the future.
The bus then pulled up. There were no hot girls on it. It was a cold day.
*Authors note: All bad puns intended. You try writing about seeing two birds boink. It's harder than it seems [that's what she said]. Honestly, I just wanted to draw the picture.
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that was awesome... i'm going to look at pigeons differently now
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