Chapter 38: Taran
"How are the babies doing today, Skye?"
I've come up to the rooftop to check on and water my tomato plant. A tiny sprout has made its way through the dirt, making me dance in excitement. Now, I'm sitting on the ground underneath the bird's nest, doing what Diogo taught me and picking the dead leaves and flowers off the plants. It seems like sacrilege to do such a thing to the plant, but he insists that it helps them grow bigger and stronger. I dragged the strawberry barrels over to Skye's nest so we could chat.
I laugh as she looks over the side of her nest and chirps at me, making high-pitched sounds as though actually talking to me. She's probably warning me off, though she's been less hostile to my presence the more time I spend with her in the makeshift greenhouse. "So, you want them to hatch sooner rather than later? That seems like a solid plan. It's a bit late in the season, but who am I to judge. I'm not a momma bird."
Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.