Bird Ocs Novels & Stories

she swore, slapping her knee in anger. Zephyra lived in Paros most of her life. It was her home, and she loved it. This incident was going to tear it apart, especially if things kept going the way they were. Zephyra had to do something! She got up and went into the kitchen where she had tacked Brady’s card to the fridge with a magnet. Zephyra dialed the number and waited. “Wildlife Officer Shaw speaking,” he answered, sounding distracted. “Hey Brady, this is Zeph.”

He lowered the binoculars as we approached, his expression not the cool mask of old, but something more open, more weary. “Arthur. Gwen,” he said, a simple acknowledgement. “Carson,” Arthur replied, his tone neutral. “Birdwatching?” A faint, almost imperceptible smile. “In a manner of speaking. Anya tells me the osprey pair has returned to the same nest for the third year. A sign of stability.” He glanced back at the plaque. “Your names are on a lot of things here.” “Not by our choice, mostly,” I said.