2023-11-18 04:08 UTC
This bufflehead was drifting drowsily on the river this afternoon, seemingly entirely unaware that behind em, out of the inky chaos of shadows bleeding across the surface of the water, this northern shoveler was assembling itself out of feathers and darkness.
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@CTGT@birds.town 2023-11-19 01:54
@handmade_ghost@mstdn.games Sounds like the beginning of a dark fantasy book 🙂