Thunder rolled across the sky, a surprise sound from an otherwise hot, humid, sunny day. We didn’t have much of a chance for rain, so I stood and went to peek out the window. I peered through the blinds and took note of the darkening sky. A bit of movement in the tree caught my attention. There were two sparrows at about eye level. It was a male and a female. And she was lookin’ for some lovin’.
I mean, she was flailing herself all around in front of the male and doing the little sparrow dance of love with much gyrating and fluttering of wings.
Before I could turn my eyes away, he mounted her. Sure it lasted only a second, but what they lack in longevity they make up in volume. I laughed about this because the female was clearly not done when the male hopped off to a nearby branch. She immediately went into the song and dance routine again, and he promptly responded again. And again. And again.
This went on for a few minutes as they did the dirty more than a dozen times. Each time he hopped off, she would begin her slutty display begging him for some more.
Yes, I laughed. In fact, I specifically remember muttering under my breath something about her being a bit whorish and needing to demonstrate some propriety and self-control. But nature is nature and she obviously needed to get some, and he was more than happy to oblige. Bouncing from limb to limb as she continued coaxing him into a bit more bumping and grinding—over and over again—finally her appetite was sated. Well, at least for that moment.
They flitted into the increasingly dark sky to find a place to take shelter from the storm. I was quite certain they would find something to occupy their time until it passed.