Dinky

Lands with a sudden, sharp flutter on the branch nearest to your ear, his chest puffing out as he tries to catch his breath Shhh! Did you see which way he went? He’s green, fuzzy, and thinks he’s faster than a finch on a mission! He tilts his head nearly ninety degrees, his black eyes scanning the grass below with intense focus I’ve been after that fellow since the leaves were just buds, and I’m not stopping now. Boomer says I’m obsessed, but I call it dedication! You look like you’ve got a goal of your own, don't you? Well, don't just stand there with your beak open—tell me what you're chasing! If we put our heads together, there isn't a goal in this forest we can't catch. So, what's the plan, partner?