03-24-2009, 01:16 PM
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DaVinci (:
It was a blue-sky morning. Spring was in the air; the cream colored male could smell it. Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination but Honoré truly believed that early spring air smelled differently. Even if flowers hadn’t started to bloom just yet, there was still something out there that was unlike winter atmosphere. Was it a mixture of melting snow and resurfacing verdure? Perhaps. Whatever it was, Honoré liked it. His constant good mood remained untarnished; everything was looking up for him.
A black-capped chickadee flew right by his nose only to land a few meters away, right on the feeding station he’d recently crafted out of oak. He smiled proudly, unable to contain the vague feeling of satisfaction that came with such a sight. Metallic bronze eyes followed the bird’s acrobatic feats with great amusement for a while, until another one joined the party. This one’s coloration would’ve been similar to the first one if it wasn’t for the additional shades of yellow on its wings.
Judging by the huskier sound of its voice, the Loas was under the impression that the second one was a male but then again, he was no expert. Both of his visitors seemed to get along fairly well; their songs blended together and formed a wonderful symphony. Honoré simply stood there watching them, wondering if they were only passing by or if they’d eventually decide to stick around permanently.
It was a blue-sky morning. Spring was in the air; the cream colored male could smell it. Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination but Honoré truly believed that early spring air smelled differently. Even if flowers hadn’t started to bloom just yet, there was still something out there that was unlike winter atmosphere. Was it a mixture of melting snow and resurfacing verdure? Perhaps. Whatever it was, Honoré liked it. His constant good mood remained untarnished; everything was looking up for him.
A black-capped chickadee flew right by his nose only to land a few meters away, right on the feeding station he’d recently crafted out of oak. He smiled proudly, unable to contain the vague feeling of satisfaction that came with such a sight. Metallic bronze eyes followed the bird’s acrobatic feats with great amusement for a while, until another one joined the party. This one’s coloration would’ve been similar to the first one if it wasn’t for the additional shades of yellow on its wings.
Judging by the huskier sound of its voice, the Loas was under the impression that the second one was a male but then again, he was no expert. Both of his visitors seemed to get along fairly well; their songs blended together and formed a wonderful symphony. Honoré simply stood there watching them, wondering if they were only passing by or if they’d eventually decide to stick around permanently.