Straight up, the cover is what caught my eye – my mother loves peacock feathers so I noticed it right off. But it was the blurb that I couldn’t resist. The Wrong Bird is a short story that is exactly that. The tale of a young man, Seth, who finds himself just far enough on that side of tipsy to re-approach the beauty he met earlier in the evening. Because Seth is intoxicated by both alcohol and the peacock – it’s a Mardi Gras masquerade party after all – he completely misses the verbal clues as to who has caught his eye. Needless to say it’s both amusing as heck and endearing when Seth discovers just how cocky his peacock is while they’re dancing. And yet our straight young man finds he can’t resist Jean and what starts out as a rather sweet misunderstanding turns into an even hotter bout of sex when Seth accepts Jean’s invite to his place. The chemistry between the two worked well and I really liked how Jean kept giving Seth opportunities to “back out” as Jean obviously worried that Seth would suddenly sober up and freak out. That spoke volumes not only about the kind of person Jean was, but also to his past experiences. But the absolute best part was how once the deed was done, it was then Seth’s turn to reassure the previously confident Jean that all was well and he did so admirably. I am quite thankful to have gotten the opportunity to review The Wrong Bird for the blog because otherwise I would have missed out on a rather enjoyable tale because I just don’t buy short stories.