Bowman Lost Excerpt

neonthewrite:

Bowman, the wildflowers are blooming!

A happy little voice piped up in his memory, trying to wake him from another sluggish rest. Bowman let the tears fill his eyes and blur the frightening room around as he called up the memory of a pair of bright golden eyes.

Birdie. He hadn’t seen his little cousin in more than a week. By now, everyone back home would assume he’d been caught by a predator, or hurt himself too badly to make it home. He wondered if she waited for him to fly home.

July 8th excerpt:

“At least do me the courtesy of letting me tie my damn shoe first,” Stan quipped. With a roll of his eyes, he dropped to a knee and lifted a hand to his shoulder. This was a last second decision, mostly because he didn’t quite trust Dean to not run off on him before he was finished.

Dean was nearly bouncing on his heels while he waited on Stan’s shoulder, leaning against his neck for balance against the occasional tremor echoing up the lean arms while Stan readied himself.

“Maybe next time you’ll catch me before I get my hands on your shoelace,” Dean called challengingly. “I might just keep one as a souvenir, and you’ll never see those laces again.”

Absolutely beware the angry bird. They will fuck you up if you mess with their nestling Sammers. 

Sammers doesn’t grow like a regular nestling, but they love him anyway. He will just have to accept some rides from the sister hen when they want him to keep up with them and Dean.