Post by Millie on Mar 13, 2009 21:19:12 GMT -5
Millie perched on the branch of a tree. The wind was blowing hard around these parts and the last gust almost blew her from the perch. She held on tight as her talons would allow her. Her beak was chattering since the wind was cold. A hollow would be nice, she though. It was obvious a hollow would be nice, but she was making sure the wind had died down a bit before she took off.
