"Eek! eek!" A now well known budgie calls. InkQuill remembers his first few clumsy flights and his mom... He is now nourished by grapes and finally can properly fly! One thing still bothered him, where did every-budgie go? No-one is here anymore. loneliness filled his forsaken heart.
He flutters toward the old nest to only find it was not used what looked like ages. The last budgie he seen was his mom who flew away before some sort of event he didn't recall. InkQuill gave up testing his wings and flying to stay and comfort his dear mother, but she is now gone
Tears formed at the brim of his eyes as he took off, into the bright blue sky. Budgies usually cluttered the sky in extravagant formations. Now, nothing but the occasional wisp of a cloud. He had food, grape juice, and a place to call home. What more could he want? He could have any tree-apartment he want. Even a penthouse. Now that he has everything, he feels like he has nothing.
He realizes something that he would trade all the millet in the world for. "I want a friend!" he sobs. In denial and vain, he checks every last tree hollow and ounce of sky with in a 10 yard radius. Nothing. He truly was alone
. He sits at the top of a dead tree and allows his emotions to poor out of him like Niagara Falls.
Thoughts of his mom and siblings pounded in his little budgie heart as he screamed out in rage. He could've talked them into staying in the nest while whatever had happened occurred. He, InkQuill, could have stopped this all from happening. He bolts to his vine, eats till he cannot even think of food without getting nauseous and dashed into the shy and flapped his wings vigorously. He will find something.
Hours passed, maybe even a day. He wasn't keeping track. He spots a nest of some sort, and tilts his body so he would head near it, hoping the mother could give him direction. No mother. Just two chicks almost fledges in the pile of sticks. "Hey.. do you know of any thing about a budgie flock that happened I'd say a month ago?" InkQuill asks nervously, a parent of these birds would be furious seeing a potential threat.
"Hmm. Budgie...Oh! we saw a HUGE clump of birdies flying around that look like you!" one chick said in a nasally voice.
"Daddy is coming with food soon, he'll tell you what happened." the other chick said.
"Umm.. Maybe I'll stay. What type of bird are you?" InkQuill asked, chocking on his words.
"Uhh.. Perry.. Perrygrin falcon!" the one with the nasally voice said.
Oh boy. These are probably the chicks of the pairs of peregrine falcons he saw when he first found the vine.
"You know, look at the time! I got to go now! Bye!" InkQuill chipped in quickly.
"No you're not." a low voice boomed.
"Daddy!" the chicks say in unison. InkQuill's heart dropped.
"He's lost. What happened to the budgie flock one month ago?" the calm normal chick asks.
"They migrated. You have a long way to go, buddy." the father bird said coolly. "You can stay with us for the time being."
InkQuill had no words. Did.. did something that could eat him just invite
him to stay after invading his nest? On the bright side, his family is alive! The large bird lifted a vine of grapes and fed them to his offspring. He offered InkQuill one, but is to confused to eat.
Ok, a vegetarian
bird that can eat him invited InkQuill in.
After a few days InkQuill got accustom of living in the nest. He helped gather food from his vine to help feed everyone. As it turns out, InkQuill's vine was one of their food sources and they were trying to scare InkQuill away. Good to know. The only thing left was to find the flock, but he couldn't leave. These birds are family now. They nurtured him just like mom. So he decided ,with consulting the parents, to stay until the Budgies come back to breed again.