In humans, some traits seem to run in families, from a love of lilacs, for example, to musical gifts. (Not that I’d know anything about the latter.) I assume that the same thing is true for boobies of the avian persuasion.
Here’s the baby that was hanging out with the Arte-Johnson look-alike booby that, I assume, was its parent.
Now, don’t some sights just make you smile?
Harrumph!
