Redhawk Caldera Every songbird says

For anybody in the den. :D

The day prior, Fidget's left eye had begun to open. It was a slow process, starting with only a tiny pinhole. Within the next twenty-four hours, his baby blue eyes were visible to the world, though he could hardly see much of anything. Really, he could see light, dark, and movement. The latter was the most fascinating to him, and he would often bumble toward any movement his not-really-functioning eyes managed to observe.

It was chillier today than it had been the day before, and Phox was currently huddled up next to his siblings for warmth. He struggled to keep his eyes open, fascinated by this new sense he had acquired. He blinked (another new concept, though a completely inherent one) then shook his little head, determined not to fall asleep.