Blue and white birds chatter after they have landed on the sea following a long flight.
Social
A Shared Meeting Place

The Need For Talk
Community
Friendly
. . .
Who would have thought this beautiful blue would arrive after such a storm?
I was not sure I would make it.
My feathers have never known such a thing.
And yet here we are, safe.
Is anyone lost?
The friends look around and at one another before one announces:
I am going back as high as I can fly to check.
Without another word, and as one, we all head off to join the search.
