someone who was busy watching the bird stand in the field behind my house when it rained heavily. She is the only one in the area as far as her eyes will let her see. It seems that his flock has abandoned him, or he has left his flock. Even so, he was fat with eggs and did not seem to mind.
he watched intently as he resembled a porcelain figure on the top shelf of a collector's knick-knacks. His grace was solved only by a brief and deliberate movement to the ground - breaking the ground in a fluid way like a bird. He paused from time to time to release his feathers and spread his wings, even though he never flew.
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