Sun Mote Copse Edge of Saturday night.

ghost flies down upon jr's shoulder and finds his favored perch before offering her a sharp pinch of his beak at her ear. she hisses in pain and her head snaps to the side as he takes to the skies again, circling once before leading her forward.

a low huff leaves her lips as she thinks to herself that he didn't have to pinch her ear so hard; steps slowing as she comes upon her mother, a glimpse skyward showing ghost taking up sentry duty on a branch — far out of her reach.

smart bird.

she loved ghost but she also liked her ears without the stinging that accompanied his attempts to get her attention.

her mother was lingering in the stream, shoulders and head exposed.

-are you okay?- asks jr in ptero as she slows to a stop at the stream's bank.