Blacktail Deer Plateau Bored is the Word

@Lasher

Koda laid on his side, his limbs sprawled out from underneath his body, the afternoon sun warming his fur. His yellow eyes, half lidded, watched tiny birds as they fluttered from branch to branch, foraging for seeds and bugs in the nearby trees. He recognized a few different types of birds. There were the chickadees, one of the most familiar critters, calling back and forth in their distinctive song. There were also golden-crowned kinglets mingling in the branches. Koda'd always thought they were especially cute little birds, little more than round balls of fluff with wings and a tail. He couldn't see the bird itself, but he could hear a woodpecker banging away in a tree somewhere close by.

Then there was one bird he couldn't identify, a busy little gray and white fellow with a red chest. The tiny bird crawled head first down the trunk, digging in the bark with his thin, black beak. Koda decided he would name it himself. Red-breasted upside-down bird seemed fitting and easy to remember.

With a groan, the budding ornithologist rose and stretched, only to flop back down to warm up the other side of his body. There, he waited for someone to come along and give him something to do, or drift off to sleep. Whichever came first.