Mr. Lovebird Meets Miss Robin

During the summer of 1997 an escaped Peach-faced Lovebird spent weeks flying around my neighborhood looking for a mate. Signs of desperation were evident when he discovered a young robin just learning to fly:

Lovebird: Hi there cuttie! Robin: My God, what a strange looking punk-rocker.	Lovebird: I'll preen your feathers. Robin: Oh no, he's going to eat me alive.
Lovebird: How does this feel baby? Robin: Get away you weirdo.	Lovebird: Cooo... I loooove you. Robin: You sicko. Help me mama.

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