Birds of a feather flock together unless you are that unusual bird with multi-hued feathers and extreme features that flutters from branch to branch seeking its own among a more tame and muted motley of fowl.
Loneliness is its companion as it seeks its own in a world besieged by surface.
It searches, day and night. It abandons its dreams. It settles for lesser varieties that tolerate its existence.
Then, it seeks again for its own. Further and further it flies, circling, resting, beginning again.
Until at last it sees in the distance a sparkle of recognition, a hope in the foliage.
It swoops down, elegantly alighting a sturdy branch, and begins its strut of courtship. Promise leaping in its bantam heart.
Birds of a feather flock together and for more extravagant species it takes great searching and patience to find its own.
Photo: Rainbow Lorikeet