Snowmelt festival!

The dychotomy of Magpie was she was either going to be among the first of her siblings to arrive when called or among the last. Today it seemed she was the latter, beating only her smallest sister. She spotted a grey (or was it purple?) man entering the barn when she rounded the bend, paws skittering. She'd been trying to track something when the call had gone up, about two seconds away from shoving her face in a burrow of something. She hadn't seen the thing yet, so she wasn't sure exactly what animal it was but whatever it was it seemed the coming of spring, and therefor her first full year of life, had started bringing it out of it's hidey-holes. Only when there wasn't rambunctious yearlings around evidently.

Maggie hardly bothered to slow much before she entered the barn, her face ringed in a light cover of dirt. She trotted her way over to her siblings who aside from two men she didn't know were the only ones there... Oh and Corbie of course. Magpie settled herself next to Vine (hey when had she gotten smaller than her sister?) and decided she was going to catch her breath before she tried the food, tongue lolling from her jaw and tail a-wagging.


"Speech"