(i want to include an early encounter with a wild flock.
@Crestcrazy or
@RoostersAreAwesome, maybe Spur or Oak could be at a stream?)
A few turkeys flew down to the snow. “Okay, so as you can see we are in a bad situation,” Acorn said. “But I believe that we can thrive within it. Your home has burned (she did not actually know that and made a brash-and true-assumption.) We are stuck in this forest for the rest of our lives. And currently, there is snow. No ranger has entered the woods in the winter before, except for those who joined the Acorn Peckers.” Her face was flush with a strange mixture of disdain and respect. “We will starve unless we forage for ourselves. There’s no keepers here to feed us and don’t you forget it!” She cast an unnecessary meaningful glance at those she considered to be “dumpy’s uncles,” and dumpies themselves.
Shameful dependents. Yes, Acorn was something of a horrible turkey.
“We must learn to roost better than this,” she gestured to the sticks and hollows that littered the snow, caused by birds attempting to perch on branches too slender for their weight and giving up and sleeping on the ground. “This. And water. We need water. Last I checked, there was a stream running into the woods from the corn field.”