True story TS.
I was on a second date with a gal about 5 years ago. Took her down to the Edmonton River Valley for a hike. We walked thru an area with lots of birds fluttering around.
Joking exchange:
Her : wow, this is cool, did you arrange it
Me : of course. Only the best for you. I am actually a modern day Dr, Dolittle
I then stick my finger out and do a little bird whistle expecting nothing but a bird flies in instantly and lands on my finger
(like this but, of course, my hand looks far more manly)
Her : OMG, how did you do that?
Me : (shocked it happened but rolling with it) Oh that ain't nothing. I'll show you more trick this evening.
That night was the first time we f*cked.
That little bird was the best wingman ever!
(it was obvious, in hindsight, that people were bringing seed to that area and had conditioned the birds to come to whistles. I had no clue at the time, but it worked out)