They Flock Together

They grow up so fast.

When Eliza was finished sweeping the bedroom, she told the little ones they needed to get out and get some fresh air. Of course they complained and whined because that’s what little ones do when they’re little.

“But Mom, can’t we just stay here and, well, stay here?”

“No,” Eliza said. “There’s plenty for you to do out there. Why don’t you go berry picking or fishing or something?”

Foster and Jamison looked at each other and held back a smirk. Foster was the first to speak, “Mom, berry picking’s for old folks, like you and dad. No offense. And we’re not quite old enough to go fishing.”

“Oh dear, I suppose you’re right about fishing. Maybe when your father gets home, he can take you both fishing. That’s the official way of doing it, I guess.”

“No, Mom,” Jamison said, nudging Foster. “I think we can go out and find something to get into. Besides, it’s boring being cooped up in here. What do you think, Foss?”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll be able to find something to do, hee hee,” said Foster.

“One minute you’re bored, and the next you’re getting into trouble. Now, don’t go getting any trouble because your father will hear about it.”

“Oh, we won’t, will we, Jamison?”

“No, ma’am. Cross our hearts and all that,” said Jamison.

Off they went. No sooner were they out the door three minutes, in came Herb, the father.

“Are the boys here?

“You just missed them a few minutes ago.”

“Where’d they go?” Herb asked.

“Out and about. You never know with those two. Why?”

“There’s trouble, big trouble. They need to be here for the rest of the afternoon. You stay here. I’ll go round them up.”

“What’s this about, Dear?” Eliza asked.

“No time now. I need to bring them in.”

Within two seconds, he too was off in search of his little ones.

Twenty minutes later, all three returned.

“What’s this all about, Pops?”

“Get in and get down away from a window.”

“Herb, you’re scaring them and you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” Eliza asked.

“Ravens and crows in the air. Coyotes on the ground. We’re pretty protected up here, especially with me watching the main window hole, but those little guys have to be more careful. I found them near the lake. Near the lake, can you believe it? Guys, you’ve got to be vigilant if you’re gonna be a starling. We’ve got to find a way to patch up some of these holes. The humans thought they did us a favor by making twenty holes in this house, but that’s just 19 more ways the critters can get us. Lots of critters see us as lunch or supper, boys. Stay with your mother while I get some berries and worms.”

“Will you get up earlier next time, Pops?” asked Foster

“Your humor is noted, son, but very dry.”

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