Best foot forward

The child was amusing, that much he could say. He watched her as she seemed to softly repeat the word, chuckling softly as he returned his attention to the birds for a moment. There was a good sized flock all bunched together, and as he observed them, he cocked one ear in the pups direction as she spoke. Always hungry huh? Well that didn't sound good. He took it as a sign that she was alone, and he wondered where her mother had gone off to. "Alright, I'll teach you how to hunt flamingos,"

The large male lowered himself closer to the ground, urging her to come forward. He jerked his head a little towards the tightly knit flock, watching as most of them submerged their heads in search of food. This should be easy. "You see how they're grouped together? I think they'll be easy to catch. Being that close together means it would make it more difficult for them to get enough room to fly away," They were at a good enough distance to where the birds weren't spooked, but he figured that when they got close enough, they would startle and most likely try to fly away. "Their legs are long, but their claws are blunt. You won't get hurt much, maaaybe a few light poundings from their wings when they try to scatter to the air, but as I said before, they're packed together quite nicely. We can get close, charge them, and grab one or two while they're in a panic." Yes, that sounded simple enough. How hard could they be to hunt? If anything, he had the size and power to jump into the air and catch one when they tried to take off, and she would be able to grab a foot or a leg, or maybe she'd even be lucky enough to grab one by the wing or the neck. The birds were clumsy, too engrossed in their search for food.