The omnipresent soundtrack of the Makgadikgadi grasslands was this:

Loud, insistant, and everywhere. The male Northern Black Korhaan, aka the White-quilled Bustard, Afrotis afraoides, attracts the girls by flying along, squawking as he goes, then suddenly dive-bombing her. The guides call them Suicide Birds.

He is quite handsome when strolling calmly along:

But once he’s in the mood for love, his recitative begins:

Take-off, still singing:

Once he reaches maximum altitude, he begins to plan his descent, and his legs go down:

Here he is in closeup, still mouthing off. He will keep it up all day.

If I were a female Black Korhaan, I’d succumb: anything to get him to shut up, rather like tipping strolling minstrels not to play at your table in an Italian restaurant.