Other Birds Novels & Stories

He leaned forward slightly and pointed down at the shore where a flock of birds perched, huddled close together to protect themselves from the cool breeze. “The same birds come to this exact beach every year around the same time. They are starting to fly south, and this is one of their first stops below the Canadian border. Every year the group grows in size.” Jadie’s eyes focused on the far distance between them and the animals, a gust of wind flowing through her hair and cascading it over her shoulder. The sky began fading to a bright pink and purple as the sun started to set over the water. The small Island off in the distance covered in trees blocked some of their view, casting a shadow

Serene smiled warmly and gestured for everyone to follow her inside. "Not when it's tended to by a healer," she replied, casting a glance back at the boys. Comfortably settled on the couch, Serene ensured Hazel felt at home in their company. Her gaze drifted, captivated by a pair of lovebirds snuggled cozily in a nearby birdcage, evoking a warm smile. "Ever know the breeds of that bird?" Serene followed Hazel's gaze. "Yeah, they're lovebirds, beautiful creatures by Mother Nature." "A true definition of love. If one passes away, the other can't survive," Hazel spoke with a hint of pain in her voice, purposefully avoiding Wyatt's direction.

Oisin said with crossed arms. The whistling sounded nice, but I was a little lost on what was exactly was going on in front of me. “What bird was that?” Phoenix asked. “I saw a pretty little red bird during our nightly trips. I liked it’s sound but I don’t know it’s name. It lives around here with it’s friends and family.” Rowena said. “That’s good.” Phoenix said. “That is exactly what we need as a signal.” Phoenix said. I was a little dazed with how Rowena described the bird. She seemed very loving to animals. Or was it just birds? I could vaguely remember when we talked about being a vegetarian, but they weren’t vegetarians.

He merely followed the two girls as they squealed over the birds at the exhibit. Colorful exotic birds were kept in a sanctuary. They watched the birds flying from one tree to another, some of them spreading their pretty wings. Alina was awed by a peacock which had its feathers spread out in a beautiful display of green and blue shades, strutting around. She took pictures of the birds, laughing brightly. “She’s so precious,” Alya mumbled in joy.

Finches added their high-pitched trills, while blackbirds, with their distinctive calls, added depth and richness to the composition. With each note that filled the air, the birds seemed to dance, their wings fluttering in rhythm as they soared and glided through the sky. Their feathers, a kaleidoscope of colors, created a stunning display against the backdrop of the azure heavens. The iridescent blues of blue jays, the fiery oranges of orioles, and the vibrant yellows of canaries intertwined, forming a living tapestry of vibrant hues.

not so are the birds that surrounded the blood then. “There are two groups of mourning birds the first group consists of owls while the second group consists of different birds. The second one is the birds that recognize the normal wolves and they use their feet and wings but I do not know how they use that. Whereas the owl group lurks in the sky and indicates the death of a high wolf” he added. “Do these birds recognize ordinary humans?” he shook his head.

Mashing them, breaking them in small pieces, I went towards the door, but I could step out he stopped me in between. "Where are you heading, what are you doing, can't you see raining, if you are going back to room next to then it's ok, otherwise stay here no need to go." He said sitting at his work table, with his face hidden behind the laptop. "I am going to feed the birds." "Birds" he gave a expression as if first time he has ever listened to this animal. "Bird creature with a streamlined body, two wings, can fly, found in various colours, they make chirping sound, have a beak, .." I was continuing my explanation to my alien Mr Rude, but he stopped me in between of the explanation.

My saviour. My lifeline. “It’s okay, Little Bird…” His voice finds me through the chaos I find myself lost in. “He won’t hurt you.” But he is… By taking you away from me and putting his hands on me… “Nathanial….” Andrea says his name in a clipped manner. “What is the meaning of this? Take your hands off Birdene this instant.” Spinning us around to face Andrea, a look of helplessness, for me, gleams in her hazel eyes that almost look identical to mine.

"I'm not sure. I've never seen anything like this before." As I worked, Ava gradually shifted closer to me, until she was pressed against my side. The casual contact sent a jolt through me—this physical closeness I'd been denied for five years. She fit perfectly against me, her small body radiating heat. I wanted to put my arm around her, to pull her close and tell her who I was. Instead, I continued my examination, fighting to maintain professional distance. "Do birds have families?" Ava asked suddenly. "Yes, they do," I replied, carefully extracting a sample of the crystalline substance. "Ravens especially are very social. They mate for life and raise their young together."

Then they put down a small seat next to the carriage, and Qri and Ori helped Emma down. Entering the mansion and passing through the corridor, countless bamboo birdcages hung overhead, containing red-headed cranes, orange-bellied parrots, spoonbills, scale-bellied fishers, as well as Honduran Emerald hummingbirds, New Zealand Night Parrots, Palila Birds, and Christmas Island Birds, with other exotic birds singing harmoniously and delightfully. Emma's eyes glanced over a Hawk perched on a leather glove, revealing a sharp, keen gaze. She calmly shifted her gaze away. Along the way, green-clad maids and blue-clad servants stood silently, bowing respectfully when they saw Emma. The scene seemed