Freedom ain't so free

He moaned and groaned, kicking sand and sticks and rocks before looking up again and sticking his tongue out at his dads palm cockatoo. His dads companion ruffled his feathers and laughed at him. "Oi! Mind yer tongue ye cheeky bugger! Yer dad would kill me if somethin' happened to ye, eh?" Draven drew in a big sigh as he turned away, getting up to stretch his limbs. Sure he was too small now to really do anything to that dumb bird, but someday, he'd get big and there was nothing that cockatoo could do about it! Instead of arguing back, he opted to walk away, and in doing so, a strange new scent caught his attention. His ears perked up and he whipped his head around trying to find the source. "Who's there! I'm not scared of ya! Show yourself!" He called out.