Sun Mote Copse Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society…

@Rhonen :)

A bad storm passed by overnight. Towhee vaguely remembered waking up to bright flashes of lightning, presumably accompanied by thunder. She’d tugged Bushtit closer to her chest and drifted back to sleep, waking again only when the morning sun crept into The Taigh.

It was bright, sunny and wet outside. Towhee scooped a pile of soaked leaves away from the doorway as her son trundled around her legs. She saw him peeking out the door but he didn’t seem particularly interested in anything but breakfast. The little squirt even reared onto his hind legs trying to reach her.

Hang on, you turd, she grumbled affectionately, swiveling to stretch out on the floor just inside the door.

Bushtit buried his face against her belly. Towhee jumped a little when his tiny fangs latched onto her. Just a few weeks ago, she’d reveled anytime he managed to nurse. Now, she wondered just how early she could get away with weaning the toothy little bugger…