the balance of the blue jay

Spirit hated these cliffs. He'd always hated the ones south of here, too, even if Strawberry loved them. They had a way of reminding him of just how small and inconsequential he was - which was something he'd always known, ever since he was a little boy, but he didn't exactly like being reminded of it. This little outing wasn't about him though, and seeing the way his finch companion weaved in and out of the thicket was a good reminder of that. Spirit breathed a low sigh as he slowly, painstakingly made his way toward the cliff's edge. He was determined to keep a safe distance, but his attention was suddenly broken by sweet birdsong... but not just any birdsong. The voice didn't belong to his Strawberry and he could make out distinct words. How peculiar! The scrawny boy's eyes widened as he looked around, squinting as he searched the trees nearby for the source of the song.