Mar 19, 2010 05:08
[The camera clicks on and you get a shot of a bird, eating cut up fruit and stale crackers out of a pale hand. There's little noise besides the rustle of leaves in the greenhouse and the constant fluttering of wings.
Occasionally, another dove will show up to peck at the trail of food nearby, but for now Yorda's only managed to get one to come near her.
The filming continues for a while until the bird flutters away. The camera follows it until it reaches the nesting coop Prydain built and the bird settles.]
Natre, il sedina sol lana mi hol desol ni. Il le da, nadri.
[And the feed is clicked off.]
best day ever,
birds!,
did i mention...birds?!