Arrow Lake kleine vögel

das Entlein war immer noch betäubt. she lay tucked close to her mother, and once more had she tried to move as she had before, but failed utterly. perhaps it was some fluke, but despite the terror of the rolling, there was some innate desire to do it again. but she was on her back, and this time, when the low vibrations of her mother's voice startled her to wakefulness, she was upside down and thus the kick of her legs had no effect. once more they flailed before she fell still, very much alert (as much so as a neonate pup could be) but a ticking time bomb in terms of her next bout of screaming.