Slowly expanding horizons
12-27-2021, 01:09 PM
From up in the trees, Aster poked her beak into an abandoned woodpecker’s hole. There wasn’t much to be found, but there were a few grubs—not to bad, for picking over someone else’s hard work. Woodpeckers were a stupid lot, as prone to forgetting their grub spots like squirrels forgot their acorn caches. With the last grub clutched in her beak, Aster hopped off the branch.
She landed on one of the tree’s lower branches, well out of reach of the wolf below, and gulped down the last insect.
“Hello, strange wolf!” Aster shrieked. Non-birds typically ignored her if they thought she was talking to herself—which, fair enough, most corvids often did—and she wanted to make her understanding of the wolves’ language obvious. “My name is Aster. What might you be doing underneath my last-night’s-shelter-tree?”
She landed on one of the tree’s lower branches, well out of reach of the wolf below, and gulped down the last insect.
“Hello, strange wolf!” Aster shrieked. Non-birds typically ignored her if they thought she was talking to herself—which, fair enough, most corvids often did—and she wanted to make her understanding of the wolves’ language obvious. “My name is Aster. What might you be doing underneath my last-night’s-shelter-tree?”