Couples that preen together stay together.

The lorikeets were so engrossed in their grooming ritual that they seemed oblivious to the world around them. Their feathers shimmered with a green so vivid it felt almost unreal, accented by flashes of red that caught the light like tiny rubies. I stood there watching them, feeling both like an intruder and a privileged guest to this private moment. The branches around them swayed gently in the breeze, creating a soft rustling sound that felt like nature's own lullaby. It struck me how even in their smallness, these birds carried an air of grace that was impossible to ignore.