He lightly paws at the dirt as his tiny head fidgets left and right. Is that a rock? Is it a delicious little seed? He hastily pecks it up into his small yellow beak and devours it regardless. Alas, a rock - tasteless and dry as the other five. Ophanim gives a thoughtful cluck as he struts across the Cove, comb wobbling with each step. Maybe Starhen would know where to find some delicious seeds for him to feast on. In fact, she probably knew where to find some little grubs just waiting to be devoured.
He fluffs the feathers over his crop and gives an ear-splitting crow as he waddles to their roost. Immediately, thirty chicks of varying colors and patterns come rushing to their father with a chorus of peeps. Half of them have halos that sway and bounce around their fluffy heads while the other half have freckles of starlight tucked in their chick-feathers.
Ophie gives each of their brood a gentle peck on the top of their heads and he adoringly vomits food into their eager beaks. Satisfied with his attentions and feeding, they skitter back to their nest and settle in for a nap. He gives a gentle series of clucks as he prances to the beautiful gray hen awaiting him. She’s got a beak that could snatch an eye right out of a socket and talons that would slice a heart to ribbons, and he loves that about her. He gently preens at the short feathers along the back of her neck.
“Ba-gok,” he mumbles sweetly.
@[Starsin]