I am not particularly fond of birds. In fact I am actually a bit scared of their beaks and beady eyes. I have had a couple of far too close for comfort encounters; seagulls swooping down to help themselves to my fish and chip dinner; geese mistaking my coat buttons for chunks of bread (it was the 1970s, so the geese were probably not as poorly sighted as you may think given the odd fashions we all wore as children); and, as for pigeons, don’t even get me started on them, suffice to say “rats with wings”.
So, why on earth would I be writing about birds? Simply because I am putting aside my personal bird phobic feelings to enjoy the romance of discovering that Valentine’s Day apparently stems from birds choosing their mate on this mid-February date:
For this was on Saint Valentine’s day,
When every fowl comes there his mate to take,
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Parliament of Fowls
So, as we approach Valentine’s Day, if you are having trouble finding your soul mate then just:
For as we all know (to mix my metaphors) you do indeed have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince?