Novel & Cerita White Bird

A shrill, high-pitched chatter among the ramblings and insults of my birds. Jangling the bangles on my right arm I send out a gentle vibration across the ground and towards them, my eyes remaining tight shut as I visualise among them the single bird which dares to encroach upon my brood without invitation. Cutting through black feathers, raven claws, leaves, and beaks, my mind's eye comes to rest on a surprising sight. A white as snow raven with blood red eyes and a beak the colour of ivory, standing proud in the centre of my flying hierarchy; the little bold ingrate.

"You fools! What are you all looking up there?!! I'm over here!!!"' Looking for the source of the voice, the group soon found out that an adorable fluffy white bird was standing in the middle of the cavern. It looks so pure and innocent, like a white lily. It's cute little head was tilted sideward looking at the same direction were the group was currently looking. It looks like a snowball from afar, and when it look back at the group they were mesmerized by how beautiful its eyes were. The adorable white creature has the most beautiful eyes that they could have ever see. It has the color of electric blue; the color of a newly bloomed bluebell from the valley,

Pawn Clara got confused. "Pecan Zorro yew," Bishop Eloise repeated the bird's name with a laugh. Pawn Clara went a little closer and started looking carefully at the bird. It was a white bird about 8 feet tall, with red eyes that looked like two red pearls on white clouds. It was very beautiful to look at. Her heart skipped a beat when it turned to her and flapped its wings. The feathers were as soft as down, and so shiny she could see her reflection in them.

A beaming smile grew on my lips as I saw three eggs and two little cute birds. The birds have gray in color with the spot of white. Their peaks opened as if they were asking for the mother to give them food. "Wow! I have never seen one as beautiful as these." Hali touched the head of the adorable little bird using his index finger and caressed it. "You're so cute, Honey. I will always go here to look after you." "You mean you're gonna disturb me while sitting here?" "Now, I understand why you love to climb in this tree."

The wind whipped Warren's hair around as the massive boat carried them onward toward a group of islands off the coast of Vancouver. White shoals crashed into the boat, a pod of killer whales put a show for the handful of people watching from the deck above. They oohed and ahhed as the black and white mammals played in the waves. “Are you Warren Vandal? I can barely tell you, humans, apart, you all look the same to me.” A female voice asked. “There’s no need to make that face, it’s just a question.”

“What kind of bird was she?” “I don’t know the difference in birds. A red one? Maybe a dove? Wait, those are white or gray. Red, red. Red is a cardinal, right?” He muses confused. Does not seem like that smart of a guy but hey, who am I to judge. Maybe everyone is like this, and I just haven’t realized with my very limited exposure in recent years.

The blue petals rustled again before a fluffy head popped up. Veronica leaned in closer eyeing the creature curiously before it squawked and bit her nose. She flinched back holding her as the creature skipped out of the bluebells. Veronica rubbed her nose glaring at the bird as he hopped excitedly as if it were mocking her. She got a good look at him. The cere was royal blue, so it was obviously a male bird, and given its size it couldn't be a parrot so it must be a parakeet. The only thing she couldn't figure out is why he was playing around the bushes. Furthermore, she was surprised the fauna in the area hadn't attacked him since birds with vibrant plumage tended to be attacked by other wi

She kept touching the water gently as if it's a human that doesn't want to be disturbed. She stared at the water and saw the reflection of a beautiful bird in it. It was obvious that the bird was flying in the sky, only that its reflection decided to shone in the river. She stood up from the river bank and looked up and truly, the bird was flying gently round the garden. The bird has three colours of orange,pink and black, The beautiful golden eyes of the bird added to its uniqueness. Naya was unaware of the fact that she started trailing behind the bird as it flew gently.

Greyson looks the other way while they do, giving them as much privacy as he can. A low screeching noise makes him turn. Chick is now a bright, almost iridescent blue bird, with a black head, a white stripe across their chest with an orange stomach. The undersides of their wings were black with white feathers in their armpits, or wing pits. He wasn’t sure of the correct term, but the bird stands around five feet tall, a bit shorter than Chick in their human form, but still incredibly impressive. They hop to the entrance and jump to fly off,