A central pole, and a little patch of light. It's perfect.
And now, he must hope a female hears his call.
He can wait here for weeks on end.
At last, a female. Time to take up position.
She will judge him by the brightness of his feathers.
But for the female to see him at his best,
he needs her to perch directly above his stage, under the light.
This might be his only chance to shine.
Now, when she's looking directly down on him,
he reveals a display for her eyes only.
In the gloom of the forest floor, he is a dazzling blaze of iridescent green.
The brightest leaf in the forest.
And that does the trick.