I fell for a northern Flicker with a gentle expression
His mating involved bill touching, bobbing,
and spreading wings...
Being a female southern Flicker, I returned his favor by
dancing and calling wick-a-wick-a-wick-a...
with intervals of seduction and a bit of plucking...
I knew we would mate for life and my intention was
to be his wife for better or for worse...
until death us do part...
Mating among the Zinnia's is a romantic rendezvous
and a possible coup... a brilliant, sudden, and usually
successful stroke of luck...
We will share the responsibility of teaching our
offspring "How to fly"...