Friday, May 6, 2011

Going Down The Grade Making 90 Miles An Hour


Flirting Red-tailed Hawks. Ventura, CA. 

It's a good weekend to take to the air and remind your mate how fucking fit you are. You are strong. You are wise. You know how to do a courtship flight right. You can catch the shit out of prey...she remembers how you lovingly brought those tender feral cats to the nest, more than once. You are tireless. You can defend your nest from even that mean Great Horned Owl that lives by the river. You can knock your competitors out of the sky. In short, you are awesome, and you deserve a lot of copulating.

Of course, you may not be a hawk, but to think you have any truly different instincts would be arrogant. It's the first weekend of May! Spring fever! So go out there and strut your stuff...and even if you don't find a mate this weekend, maybe you should catch some feral cats anyway.

1 comment:

  1. Nice. =) Yes, when I see those dropped raptor thighs, I think: Rowr! =) "It's May, it's May, the lusty month of May..." Go, birdies!

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