Redhawk Caldera starlight

oh! seal was leaving!?
in the haze of early baby days, where sleepless nights became too-bright mornings became afternoon semi-coma naps, chickadee had completely lost track of time.
stained with milk and probably other liquids, she took a moment to slip her bedraggled self from the blackthorn den, shimmied with a new, unfamiliar body to the edge of the tiny clearing, and called out to seal:
goodbye! you'll be missed! come back sometime and meet the babies! the bird-woman twittered out, sighing once.
chickadee took a moment to soak in some attention from the sun before she glided back into the den, pulling cardinal and crane away from one another and both from on top of poor eagle!