Not too long ago, we visited a Frigate Bird mating colony. They were putting a considerable amount of time and energy into selecting their mates and establishing their personal identity.
For the last few days, small fish have been spawning en masse and dying, spent, in huge piles on the beach.
The Frigate Birds have lost their mating fluffery and are feeding on the dead fish before they wash ashore. The birds hover over the water and reach down, plucking the floating nutrition from the sea without getting anything wet but the ends of their beaks.
So, to recap, those that chose their mates carefully are leading lives of leisure and beauty, while those that spawned anonymously and recklessly are washing up on the beach dead.
Happy Valentine’s Day.