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08-18-2015, 10:00 AM
The emergence of Birdsong brought forth a multitude of renewal and regrowth. Plants emerged from their long winter’s nap. Tiny deer lay bundled beside their mothers. Buds appeared along the arms of long oaks and towering maples, awakened and nurtured by the sun.
One mother in particular, a young robin, nestled along an outstretched branch, revered the warmth of spring. She hustled and bustled along her nest, peered at its tiny, speckled blue contents (kept counting them over, one, two, three, one, two, three), and fluttered back down to the ground. Perhaps the nest could do with a few more sticks, a twig here or there, or some new moss sprouting…
She worked quickly, singing a little tune as she went. She grabbed a beakful of precious items, and flickered back to her nest, applying the twigs here or there, plucking and forcing, twisting and turning, not noticing how hard she’d bumped the dear, sweet little nest, working away until it looked just right.
Pleased with herself, she stared back into the opening, content and satisfied.
Wait. Something was off.
She counted her eggs again. One, two…where was the third?
Panic erupted through her tiny body. She flapped higher and higher, glancing all over, desperate to find her lost child. There, down on the ground! It had landed in a soft bed of moss, thankfully, and she immediately landed near it, wailing and hooting and screeching away. Even though it had managed to remain unscathed, there was no way for her to get it back in the nest. How was she to tend it? How would she be able to get it back, quickly, safely, before a predator appeared?
Would someone help her?
[Spring NPC thread for the Basin contest. Can you find a way to get the egg back into the nest? Prizes may be involved. –whistles-]
One mother in particular, a young robin, nestled along an outstretched branch, revered the warmth of spring. She hustled and bustled along her nest, peered at its tiny, speckled blue contents (kept counting them over, one, two, three, one, two, three), and fluttered back down to the ground. Perhaps the nest could do with a few more sticks, a twig here or there, or some new moss sprouting…
She worked quickly, singing a little tune as she went. She grabbed a beakful of precious items, and flickered back to her nest, applying the twigs here or there, plucking and forcing, twisting and turning, not noticing how hard she’d bumped the dear, sweet little nest, working away until it looked just right.
Pleased with herself, she stared back into the opening, content and satisfied.
Wait. Something was off.
She counted her eggs again. One, two…where was the third?
Panic erupted through her tiny body. She flapped higher and higher, glancing all over, desperate to find her lost child. There, down on the ground! It had landed in a soft bed of moss, thankfully, and she immediately landed near it, wailing and hooting and screeching away. Even though it had managed to remain unscathed, there was no way for her to get it back in the nest. How was she to tend it? How would she be able to get it back, quickly, safely, before a predator appeared?
Would someone help her?
[Spring NPC thread for the Basin contest. Can you find a way to get the egg back into the nest? Prizes may be involved. –whistles-]
