So recently I told the story of our dear Mr Wonga, an Aussie native pigeon who fell in love with four delightful ‘ladies’. Unfortunately they were all reflected in the shiny hubcaps of our house painter Rebecca’s restored, VW van.
It just became too terrible to watch, as he plodded from image to image, increasingly frustrated that not one gorgeous girl would step out and join him.
My partner Rob couldn’t bear watching a fellow male in such a state, so he took matters into his own hands. A sheet of kitchen towel taped to each tyre should do the trick.
Up trotted Wonga as usual next day……what a nasty shock, the curtains were drawn.
Oh well, I’ll try next door, she was equally as desirable.
Sadly, all four ‘ladies’ had suddenly withdrawn from view. It was rejection times four. Any sensible fellow would have given up gracefully at this point, but not him. He continued to pace around the van, plaintively calling, calling, calling.
I think we all have broken hearts now. Rebecca blames herself and is threatening to remove the hubcaps from her beloved VW and throw them into the Blackheath duck pond.
Rob hasn’t given up yet.
They look a bit like funeral shrouds, and yes…..it was finally the death of romance.
BROKEN HEARTED BATCHELOR OF BLACKHEATH
Weeks later and Wonga is still unattached. He potters around the garden all day on his own. In the evening he hops onto his wooing seat and plaintively calls and calls. Will some lone lady respond?.
No, it’s a hopeless cause. Finally his head drops, and he gives up….well for tonight anyway. Bless his broken heart.
There appears to be a scarcity of female Wongas in the Mountains this year. That’s why, like me, you may be driven mad by the incessant calling of the lovelorn. If so, do try to understand their predicament.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN OUR LITTLE FRIEND GOT THINGS RIGHT? IF SO, CLICK HERE.