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Chapter Fifty Eight
About an hour later, the wind stopped, and the sun began to peek out above the clouds, almost shyly. This made my chewing much easier.
Finally, I made a little hole just big enough for me to squeeze through, perhaps leaving just a few feathers behind.
When no one was looking, I made my escape. I quickly flew to a nearby bush to hide.
I was right, I did leave some feathers behind, just a few, that they might know what I had done.
I tried to go, just go, without ever looking back, but I couldn't.
I took one last, long look at the aviary with all the happy budgies playing in it.
I wished I could just squeeze back in and join their games.
But I couldn't.
I took off into the pale blue-grey sky, some clouds still hanging around.
Like a streak, I flew up. Almost, it seemed, above the lazy clouds.
I flew in the basic direction I was from like a fish going back home to lay it's eggs.
I took off, trusting my instincts that they would lead me to the right place.
I flew until nightfall.
Finally, I looked for a well sheltered branch, high enough to protect me from a ground predator, but leafy enough that I wouldn't be easily spotted by a hawk.
My crop was the emptiest it has ever been, and at this one time, there were no bird feeders in sight.
I found it so hard to sleep when I was this hungry. I should have eaten at the aviary when I had the chance.
I wonder if they noticed that I'm gone.
When I finally fell asleep, it was the hardest night ever.
I had to keep waking up and looking around for predators.
This isn't what wild birds have to do, is it? And even if it wasn't I was still really jumpy for my first night in the wild.
I managed to close my eyes, and tried to keep them closed.
I finally got myself to sleep through the rest of the night.
It's harder than you might think.
About an hour later, the wind stopped, and the sun began to peek out above the clouds, almost shyly. This made my chewing much easier.
Finally, I made a little hole just big enough for me to squeeze through, perhaps leaving just a few feathers behind.
When no one was looking, I made my escape. I quickly flew to a nearby bush to hide.
I was right, I did leave some feathers behind, just a few, that they might know what I had done.
I tried to go, just go, without ever looking back, but I couldn't.
I took one last, long look at the aviary with all the happy budgies playing in it.
I wished I could just squeeze back in and join their games.
But I couldn't.
I took off into the pale blue-grey sky, some clouds still hanging around.
Like a streak, I flew up. Almost, it seemed, above the lazy clouds.
I flew in the basic direction I was from like a fish going back home to lay it's eggs.
I took off, trusting my instincts that they would lead me to the right place.
I flew until nightfall.
Finally, I looked for a well sheltered branch, high enough to protect me from a ground predator, but leafy enough that I wouldn't be easily spotted by a hawk.
My crop was the emptiest it has ever been, and at this one time, there were no bird feeders in sight.
I found it so hard to sleep when I was this hungry. I should have eaten at the aviary when I had the chance.
I wonder if they noticed that I'm gone.
When I finally fell asleep, it was the hardest night ever.
I had to keep waking up and looking around for predators.
This isn't what wild birds have to do, is it? And even if it wasn't I was still really jumpy for my first night in the wild.
I managed to close my eyes, and tried to keep them closed.
I finally got myself to sleep through the rest of the night.
It's harder than you might think.
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