Lost Creek Hollow like the first bird.

This one seemed far more okay with being displaced. The most he did was grumble a bit, but instead of squalling at the top of his lungs, Silas turned his attention to exploring his surroundings. Harlyn watched thoughtfully as his tiny nose jerked this way and that until finally landing upon her toes, which he quickly took between his little jaws.

"You find your own way, don't you," she commented fondly, "Your sister likes to scream until the world bends for her. You bend for the world." It was far too early to make assumptions about what they would one day be, but the new mother couldn't help herself. Stretching out her toes, she wriggled her claws to see how he handled this new obstacle.