I dreamt that I was watching two pigeons. One was male, the other female. Bowing and cooing, the male was pursuing the female. The female was always a step ahead of the male. But the male had no beak. There were only crumpled feathers in its place. I do not remember much of the dream except my surprise at the beakless pigeon. How in the world did it lose its beak? More important, how did it survive without it? But the spirited pursuit of the female showed clearly enough it was in great shape. Minus the beak, of course.