Blacktail Deer Plateau The scout, and the watchful eye.
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Greyfalcon had been in a field with her now more feathered youngster, his wings were starting to grow in, though still penned with pin feathers…. He would stretch his wings on a log, flapping them ever so gently. 

She thought today was a good day for some field training, or… early childhood Ed for the bird. She held a bit of tender meat, offering it to him if he should step up on her shoulder. She was crouched down, and gave him the tidbit once upon her nape. Settling in.
She mused, “Good to see you settled in little one.”

She walked on in the field, taking in the scenery and smelling the smells. Skills she would need to hone for serious scouting one day. Mayhaps she would earn this rank sooner rather than later. She would travel a bit before noon to map the territory, little bits at a time.

Would someone join her?
“If it should happen that you don’t wake up tomorrow, will this have been a life that meant something?” Hawkeye Pierce
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The scout, and the watchful eye. - by Greyfalcon - November 03, 2023, 11:42 AM
RE: The scout, and the watchful eye. - by Baldr - November 03, 2023, 02:58 PM
RE: The scout, and the watchful eye. - by Greyfalcon - November 03, 2023, 11:04 PM