👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully…unusual…word! Now, nobody outside of a very specific, slightly eccentric corner of academic ornithology actually
knowingly
uses the word "georolla." You won't find it in your trusty Oxford or even Webster. It essentially popped up recently as an amusing, almost absurdist coinage for a rather peculiar bit of behaviour exhibited by certain species during the throes of mating season.
Here’s what we reckon a “georolla," at face value (because honestly there isn't much beyond that to go on), describes: Essentially, a georolla is the utterly disproportionate and frankly embarrassing display of frantic, repetitive, and somewhat aimless movement undertaken by a male bunting—specifically the Richard’s bunting. During courtship, they start… gyrating. It isn't a coordinated dance. There are no discernible rhythms. They just… wobble around with desperate, little-toofocused enthusiasm, bumping into each other, flapping wildly, generally looking like a beige blur of feathered panic. Think a lesser woodpecker, who’s entirely lost the plot and decided his entire being is now a very loud, very dizzying metronome. 60% of it is just...the wobble. The remaining 40% of that wobble, he's trying to impress the lady bunting. (And failing spectacularly.) The name itself? Apparently, a young ornithologist, after
