Spent the afternoon at the British Library researching for my paper... and yet ended up rather distracted by some irresistable hand-painted pictures of exotic birds. Some of these I removed for later perusal by means of a scalpel applied gingerly and close to the spine - a vice that will come as no suprise to anyone who has made his toilet chez Stigwood.
While involved in my shifty endeavor, I remarked upon this delight.
Ah blue footed booby! Ah angelchild of romance! Strutting about your paramour, showing off your prize new boots! Stomping and stamping away, with a blue tapered bill, to boot! They stretch their blue bills sky-ward in happy unison, and then - the perfect pay-off - the female tucks her head beneath her wing, all coquettish-like!
Could Goldsmith himself have written it finer?
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