This post is more about Tater, the albatross I wrote about in my previous two posts.
The albatrosses that were to my right, across the golf cart path from Tater,were displaying, which Tater could not help but notice. Rather than attempt the long, precarious walk across the cement path to be with them, he joined in from afar, trying to mimic their vocalizations.
He loved the “sky moo,” but the other vocalizations proved to be more difficult. Forget about the fancy footwork; just walking was hard enough.