Rain flicked her grey tail. “These are the hatchery burrows. Many hens hatch eggs over in these roomy burrows. Right now we only have one broody, she’s named Flower.”
Jack nodded. He wondered what he would he would look like on that rock.
(Kay. I’ll just make an independent one.)
(Would Rain be a possibility for Jack? She’s about 7-8 months, so close to his age. She’s very pretty - slender, with a blue-grey body, golden hackles, and dark eyes.
does anyone want their characters to hatch?)
Rain trotted to the next thing. “Adult burrows are spread all over, but the lower ones are for the older birds.”
(Sure!)
(Great!)
Jack nodded again. One of those burrows would be for him at some point. While they were walking, he noticed just how pretty Rain was. Her grey-blue feathers with golden hackles reminded him of sunlight shining through dark water.
