Eggbert

Eggbert was a blue and purple Egret. Don’t ask ‘cause I don’t know either, something to do with radiation of the nuclear sort.
He was cool looking.
None of the other egrets looked even remotely close to Eggbert. His feathers would shimmer in bright sunlight. He was fat and happy because the fish rarely saw him coming because his underside was blue and blended with the sky above him. It almost wasn’t fair, those fish were discussing water purity and school maneuvers one second and were lunch for Eggbert the next second. But with yin comes yang as day follows night, for Eggbert it was easy fishing but no chicks. Female egrets that is. They all wanted regular white egrets. Try as he might, Eggbert could not convince any females to go out with him, much less build a nest with him.
“Look here’s a tasty fish,” he said to Eleanor Egret, a particularly pretty bird. “You can have it, and plenty more if you’ll be my mate.”
“Get lost Eggbert, but thanks for the fish.”
“Eggbert stood on one foot slowly shaking his head. “I can’t believe she took the fish...”
Women.
One day Colleen an albino crow was down by the pond. She was hot looking, even though she had light colored eyes. She didn’t look like a crow at all. We all know how cruel crows can be. She was in much the same boat as Eggbert, except she didn’t care.
Eggbert thought she was sexy as all get out.
“Eggbert? What the hell kind of name is Eggbert?” Colleen was by nature a crow.
“Mine.” Said Eggbert. The way he said it made Colleen laugh. The sound of her laugh made Eggbert turn his head and look at her. “Do you like fish?”
“Among other things,”
“Want me to catch you one?”
Colleen thought for a second. “Sure.”
Eggbert was back in two shakes of a mutated egret feather.
“Tasty fish,” Colleen said after carefully eating it in a most lady-like manner.
The rest is, well you know...history. No kids though, nuclear radiation is nasty stuff.
Sad part is that Colleen was an albino who was often sick. Eggbert loved her well, made a fine nest in a little thicket of cat tail reeds, and kept her well fed with fish, crickets and other insects. Eggbert found insects repulsive.
“I don’t eat anything with legs,” was his comment. She laughed that laugh Eggbert loved for all reply.
She didn’t live to be old.
Eggbert was a widow after 11 years.
He knew 11 was better than none, smiled when he thought back on her, but it was from a nest far, far away from the little thicket of cat tail reeds.