MATING DANCE
est for Sooty Tern nesting season in the Dry Tortugas. He is with Peggy, his wife, who doesn’t like bird-watching but likes watching Bert bird-watch. At this particular moment, it’s Bert who’s watching Peggy, emerging from the fitting room at Tucker’s Provisions in a fantastic dress. Bert can hardly contain himself. He’s like the male frigate in mating season––known for a ridiculous pumping of chest and a desperate whistle. A sound escapes Bert’s lips, and Peggy smiles at him coyly. Bert shifts forward in the glider chair where he sits, drinking his complimentary beer. Between the Sooty Terns and Peggy’s dress, he is about to have the best weekend ever. It happened at Tucker’s, 611 Duval St
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