A bird in the hand

Modesty listened to her son, sparing him the weight of her gaze as she took in the estuary, it held a lot of promise with the right caretakers. Smooth shelled turtles sunned themselves on a log that protruded from the brackish waters, and the glimmer of fish could be seen beneath the surface. It wasn't just the birds that made this place a boon, it was teaming with life.

She nodded along as he spoke of feeding the birds, to get them used to their presence, "It's a good idea. We'll need to make sure the food doesn't go mouldy, we don't want a repeat of the chickens." She cautioned, surveying the area to see if there was somewhere they could build some sort of shelter where they could place the food. There were some reaches of land that were more solid than the others, she was sure Dread would figure it out. "Perhaps if we designed some sort of shelter, something that could offer some protection from the elements, from predators, maybe they would even choose to nest in there?" She was sure Jael could come up with something, and there were enough paws about to help her bring the concept to life, but would it be worth the effort? The resources?

Modesty never spent much time observing the habits of other animals, but she knew her son did, and she wanted him to feel comfortable voicing his opinion around her. She wanted the same for all her children (well, maybe not Deluge, she didn't need that girl voicing her opinion to know what it was), so she waited to see what Nimbus would suggest, perhaps he would like to take the lead on this little project? Perhaps not.

"speech"