just spring things

Zephyr stuck close to her as Lia crouched in front of her plot to plant the seeds. She had been explaining the purpose of it all and it made sense, but the impatient bird couldn't get over how long it took for anything to come from it. A wolf could slave daily over their garden, tending it perfectly, and still, the plants took their sweet time to grow. "Why can't you go pick the herbs from other places where they're already done growing?" He asked, still sounding unconvinced over the benefits of Lia's dirt.

She offered him the opportunity to help in this 'soothing and satisfying' venture and the chick hopped forward toward the can of water, clasping his beak upon the top handle. The weight of the water was more than he'd expected, and his talons dug furrows in the earth as he heaved backward. "Too heavy." Zephyr blew out an exhausted breath, releasing the can and walking instead toward her patch of dirt. "How about you water, and I turn it?" Turning dirt sounded weird (and unnecessary) to the bird, but his talons were likely more suited to scraping through the loosely packed soil than heaving around a bucket.  

"Zephyr"