Two turtle doves

Tornach didn't generally go far from his farm, but he had wandered southward towards the orchard to see about gathering any windfall fruits as treats for the motley assortment of prey animals he fed. His falcon flew high overhead, keeping a sharp eye out to warn him of potential dangers, but this far there had been little to trouble either of them. Piled on a hide he was dragging, Tornach already had a bounty of bruised apples from further down the orchard and a few rosehips that the birds had not already gotten. He paused beneath a pear tree to gather some fallen pears, when suddenly a racket in the tree above him made him jump and peer up into the branches to see a familiar sort of bird. Was that... a partridge in a pear tree? Blinking, he glanced at the other unlruned and disheveled pear trees around him to see if that was a common roost for partidges here, but no, it was just this one pear tree in particular that had a partridge in it. How odd!