Hushed Willows in the hollow heartland

Silas led with confidence and Tambourine happily followed, still trying to mimic the older boy's demeanor. The question about capturing birds distracted him a little and he fell a bit out of form as he tried to jog his memory. He couldn't recall ever catching a bird or even making an attempt, though he did remember a time or two he'd made the mistake of going after bees.

"How can we hunt something up so high?" he asked with genuine curiosity. He didn't see how they could hope to either track or corner something with wings. He felt bad because he agreed that Larkspur deserved some variety in her diet. But if Silas didn't know how to snare a bird, then Tambourine certainly didn't either.

He followed Silas's gaze upward. Indeed, there were birds flitting about up there, well out of reach. How could the two of them get them to come down here? Tambourine didn't have the first clue, though he looked speculatively at his partner, wondering if he had any ideas.