The Look

He followed her in the Winged Elm hopping from branch to branch. Every time she'd stop he'd reach over with his big beak and very gently begin to preen her feathers. This went on for a while and I finally got a shot of her turning to him with a very meaningful 'look'. He must have gotten the picture, (notice him looking away) because then he just sat there as she flew off. He didn't follow her. At least not immediately! ;)