Flower Field

Flower Field

Hoots watched Bubbles flutter around. The wind was gently blowing in the rolling hills of soft green.  Bubbles was doing little circles, hoping and fluttering in the wind.  The little bird was very far from the springs it was use too, but happy following the Amicabot around.  It whistle filled the wind and fields. Hoots let out a sqeucky high pitch laugh as Bubbles felled into the green, taking a tumble before sitting up flower on it's little head. Hoots sat up from laying, his wings and arm leaving an indentation in the ground of where he was previously. Reaching out, he grabbed teh flower, blowing it into the wind before offering the little bobbling springfisher help up with an outstreched hand. Bubbles hopped up and into Hoots hand, then onto the Amicabot shoulder. The winds blew again, sawying the flowers. The brown amicabot leaned foward and propped up his legs,, resting an arm on either. There was so mny ruffling and rustling around. He looked around curiously and the rustling seem to be getting louder. Was it a ractus scurrying around? Perhaps a behooved being looking for a snack?  Hoots got up, ready to solve what was approaching, now fairly rapidly. Two pawtal came tumbling out of the grass as he approached, hitting and biting each other playfully. He let out a suprised hoot and chrip. The pawtals were adorable however very playfyk. Bubbles jumped to hide behind one of Hoot feather tufts, feather puffing and one drifitng to the ground. The bright blue feather that scaped that startled bird caught the two pawtals attention. The first, a little yellow one, bounded after swiping at it as the wind picked it up. The second, a little pink one, came and tried to catch the feather with it's mouth.  Hoots was overjoyed to watch the critter play. He laughed and grabbed the feather drifiting in the air, before blowing it away from him and his little companion. Skipping to find a new spot warmed by the sun, he had a little follower, a third more timid pawtal. He looked behind seeing it approach from the caution now that he was leaving. He gave a smile, and kept skipping, Bubbles now flying beside him, giving out little chrips of approval. Eventually to stop and lay down in the sunshine and flowers, soaking in the warmth for a nice spring nap-- perhaps to wake up to another new follower wanting to join the little feathered family.