Falconry day! Falconry day!

[sharpasafawkes]

[today on one of the more open areas there's a helpful set of pamphlets, clearly made for kids about the ~wonders of falconry~ perches for the birds, species info and all sorts of fun facts!

...now only if the birds themselves didn't look so annoyed.]

Comments

[misswexler]

...

sounds pretty standard for the bird station at the zoo.

[most normal of conversations WITH A BIRD]

[misswexler]

Good luck with that, dude.

About when does it usually wear off?

[x_autnihil]

It varies, but transformations of any sort usually last no more than a week.

[misswexler]

Yikes.

[x_autnihil]

*okay, getting tired of this looking up to talk to you nonsense.*

Hold out your arm. *and going to fly up onto it now*

[misswexler]

[whoa! hastily obeys, balancing against the weight]

Don't I need a glove for this?

[x_autnihil]

I'll be careful, but there may be gloves around here somewhere.

[misswexler]

Now that you've promised, it seems a little rude. [because that was a promise right]

[x_autnihil]

I don't mind. *shrugs as well as a bird can, but, yes, that was a promise*

[misswexler]

[she is now hunting down gloves, complete with tossing around pamphlets carelessly. but her supporting arm stays pretty steady]

[x_autnihil]

*he appreciates this :D *

[misswexler]

[she finds one but it's....way too small. child-sized, one might even say - as are the next three.]

This is getting ridiculous.

[because everything else has made perfect sense]

[x_autnihil]

*shifts a little from claw to claw, but gently and being careful to avoid gripping her too tightly*

Camp is often frustrating.

[misswexler]

I guess we don't get a glove.

[picks up one of the pamphlets, reads down it] How many five year olds are there in camp?

[x_autnihil]

A few. *pause, thinking* No, the ones I am thinking of were simply changed into children by this place.

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[misswexler]

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