Today I saw an adult approach a golf course chick. A quick glance though my binoculars and I could tell from the band number that this was the chick’s older sibling, a 5-year old I had named Gaga. I had chosen that name for her when she was a chick because of the artistic arrangement of her new, adult feathers.
When I saw Gaga walking towards her sibling, the sentimental part of me that likes to think that albatrosses are just like us thought, “This is the part where Gaga sits close to the chick, who snuggles in happily next to the older brother or sister, and I will see definitive proof that they can tell who a relative is.”
Take a look at an adorable show of sisterly or brotherly love:
Perhaps they are more like us than we would like to admit.
I do not speak albatross, but I think the last thing the chick said was, “Take a hike!”