Redtail Rise LXVI

tuesday's dawn was a rather boring child, all things considered.
now approaching his second week of life, he did not have very much to show for it thus far. but he was a demanding little thing, insatiable in his desire for mother's milk and father's comfort when he knew not what was upsetting him — in most cases, this was tiredness or an upset tummy, or some other mild inconvenience, the knowledge of this lying between he and whatever higher power brought him here. the days are long and otherwise uneventful for him, but surely agonizing for his poor parents.
the latest thing to upset him was the sharp nudge of his father's elbow, which now begins to send him into a shrieking fit as he flails and kicks his siblings with his tiny limbs. if he must suffer, so will everyone else.