the other morning, h and i were snuggling in bed, all intertwined limbs and post lovin’ smiles, when the weirdest thing happened. we heard a *scritch scritch scritch* on our (upstairs) bedroom window, and glanced over in time to see two sparrows perched precariously on the screen, copulating.
their brazen lewd act only lasted a moment (poor girl bird), but they both stared right at us as they were going at it.
“holy hell, are our pheromones that strong?” h said.
“it’s a sign!” i said
“you’re gonna blog this, right?” she said.
“oh yes,” i said.