Like the mating ritual for the red breasted nuthatch, John (far left) puffed out his chest trying to appear much larger for the females. Frank (second from the left) glanced across the group toward Richard (pronounced with a lisp; far right) and wished once again that he was a glove on Richards finely manicured and preciously placed hand. Doug (middle) and Melvin (second from right) were not quite sure what they were doing there but were quite entertained by shiny things they had spotted in the distance.
Should have used members name like Gus does.
