Wild Berry Meadow Black wings and silky feathers

Dark feathers ruffled as the cold, afternoon breeze swept through the land, the night colored bird shifting himself as the crisp wind caressed his small form, causing the creature to casually move further along his perch. He was high from the ground, sat in one of the umpteen trees that scattered the edges of the meadow, luckily allowing him to silently and safely observe the berry filled terrain; a place that would soon be a complete berry-feast for the pitch black bird when given more time to fully blossom. And a spot were he planned to spend most of his future time. 

Though, Crawley couldn't help himself but come back and eat the few that had managed to ripen ahead of the others. He'd make cheeky visits to the meadow every so often, inspecting the wild-berry bushes and today he'd already consumed his fill. So now, he sat within the tree, his bright black eyes peering around idly at the meadow below him as sharp talons clutched tightly onto one of many branches that splayed out from his selected tree.