:: 3 Canaries - 1 Swing
“Get off the swing!”
“Make me!”
“If you don’t get off the swing I am going to poop on your head!”
“Hah! Like to see you try”
(flutter, flutter, flit, flutter, churrr, churrr, flit)
“If you don’t get off the swing, I’ll knock you off with my Evil Eye!”
“ooo terrifying! I’m so scared”
(very indignant PEEP)
“Trust me, Hawk you’re not”
(flutter, flit flutter, ting, flutter, ting, flit)
“Get. Off. The. Swing!”
“Or. What? (snicker) You are too fat to get up here”
“Guys, Sofia trying to sleep here.”
(silence)
“if anyone deserves the swing it is the Princess.”
(preen, preen, wipe beak)
“She’s talking about herself in the third person again.”
(peering down at a lower perch.)...
(Thump. Thump. Thumps.) (Big echoing thundering) (Thumps, thump thud)
Great Whoosh of Light.
“Whoa, have some respect for the eyeballs!”
(Big pasty face with huge eye disks, appears in the sudden light)
“Erk, now THAT is scarier that a hawk”
“You’ve got that right! Hey off my perch!”
“No way, I was here first!”
“I’m bigger than...”
Guys, guys! I think we have bigger problems.”
(Sofia looks up to see the males of the species beak fencing)
“Oh, Lord, don’t let them discover chopsticks. PPEEEEP!!”
“Ouch, Sofia that wasn’t very becoming of ‘royalty’! EEEPPPE”
(big squishy, tentacles reach in through the escape hatch)
“Knew we should have worked harder on the tunnel to freedom”
(Flit, flit, ting, flutter, flit, flit, ting)
“Swing! Swing! Another Swing”
“That one’s mine!”
“Who died and left you in charge?”
“PPEEEEP!!”
“Sofia!”
(big tentacles reach up towards the roof)
“Swing! Swing! Swing! Another Swing!”
“Dibs on that new one!”
“No way, you always get that one!”
“We never had that swing before.”
“GUYS!!” (they look at the tiny female below)
“This is so not funny, the Princess needs her beauty sleep”
“There she goes, talking...”
“SHRIEK!!”
“about...”
“SHRIEK!!” “I’ll take that swing then!”
“O-kay... I’m taking the swing on the far end.”
“Now way, I’m not sleeping next to her. Not when she is this cranky.”
Turn out that Light!
“But that swing has always been mine – what?”
“It just materialised in our home, O Wise One, and besides I have seniority.”
“Well, O, Great and Feathered Grandsire, Take a look at the middle swing. We get to sleep either side of Princess Sofia, a.k.a. as The Little Brown Puffball.”
“Snicker!”
“I heard that!”
“Goodnight, Charm.”
“Goodnight, O Ancient One.”
“Oh, do be quiet, the Princess wants her sleep.”
“Snicker, she’s talking about Her Royal Puffballness in the third person again!”
“I heard that!”
I so enjoy life with these little feathered beauties.
Let your breathing swing your soul to a deep and restful place,
Zuzia,
Stay Calm, Be Brave, Sleep Well! With love,
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jgs / |`= the Little Brown Bird