Sun Mote Copse You've got a fast car

Towhee casually checked out her child's face, making sure there was no danger of her choking on fluff or feathers, making Bronco gulp. Okay, so he'd panicked over nothing, maybe- but better that then just letting her chomp down more feathers, right? He felt a bit stupid, and a bit useless, and probably even a bit less inclined to volunteer as babysitter given the fact that he had no clue what to do in any sort of emergency situation. He stayed quiet for a moment, and felt bad when Meerkat suddenly noticed that the bird was gone, and looked at him, questioningly, for answers. 

He did his best not to look off in the direction the bird had been chucked, as it was out of sight for now, but he figured Towhee would want to find it and eat it later. He also didn't want Meerkat to get at it without supervision, so he tried his best not to hint at its location. So he shrugged, and did his best to offer her a somewhat guilty smile. -Bird...Flew...Away...?- Of course, dead birds didn't fly. But he wasn't about to give her any more explanation than that.