Oldwoodchuck
The object of his affection is turning his complexion from red to sickly blue …
For the hen, the rules are simple: peck for food, look up only occasionally, and don't stare at the gobbler. If you can avoid it, don't even look at him. Pretend that you hadn't noticed him.
No matter how splendid and sexy he looks (and he really does here, doesn't he?) ignore him until you have finally made up your mind that he's the one.
For the gobbler, it's simpler: inflate and hope. Don't approach her, don't even walk in her direction. But pay close attention. One can never tell when even the snootiest hen will give that little flirt of her tail, and you get lucky!
The object of his affection is turning his complexion from red to sickly blue …
For the hen, the rules are simple: peck for food, look up only occasionally, and don't stare at the gobbler. If you can avoid it, don't even look at him. Pretend that you hadn't noticed him.
No matter how splendid and sexy he looks (and he really does here, doesn't he?) ignore him until you have finally made up your mind that he's the one.
For the gobbler, it's simpler: inflate and hope. Don't approach her, don't even walk in her direction. But pay close attention. One can never tell when even the snootiest hen will give that little flirt of her tail, and you get lucky!