I remain in my low, crouched down position. I may not be a body builder but I do have some stamina in this lean frame. Besides, the crouch-squat is the field researcher's default setting. Need to get away from that leopard seal who decided you looked tastier than the penguins it was stalking from just below the ice earlier? Jump straight up and get the fuck outta there. Orca unexpectedly breach the sheet of ice you were crouch-squatting on? Use that momentum to leap to safety!
The crouch-squat has seemingly become the position I feel the safest in, and given I have evidently been transported to some foreign plane, finding whatever solace I can seems like a legit plan of action.
The bird keeps coming down, letting loose a very different kind of call - it's not the call it made before, it almost feels like it is expressing amusement? I am an animal enthusiast, I've owned many, and I've talked to many as well. Not once have I had a legitimate vocal reply from any of them. The bird lands amongst my biscuit crumbs, but does not feast as a "normal tame" bird might.
Instead, it stares at me.
Very intensely.
I get lost in that stare for a bit. My facial expressions become unguarded, as the sheer weight of what's just happened to me takes advantage of my mind settling down. Fear, terror about the unknown, and a sudden deep sorrow bring a hot flash of tears to my glacial eyes. I blink them away just as quickly as they appear, all the while looking into the dark chasms that is this raven's intense, direct gaze.
"So, got a home?" I ask, wiping my nose against the back of a sleeved hand, sniffling slightly and hoping I don't turn into a complete pile of sniffles in front of my present company.
The crouch-squat has seemingly become the position I feel the safest in, and given I have evidently been transported to some foreign plane, finding whatever solace I can seems like a legit plan of action.
The bird keeps coming down, letting loose a very different kind of call - it's not the call it made before, it almost feels like it is expressing amusement? I am an animal enthusiast, I've owned many, and I've talked to many as well. Not once have I had a legitimate vocal reply from any of them. The bird lands amongst my biscuit crumbs, but does not feast as a "normal tame" bird might.
Instead, it stares at me.
Very intensely.
I get lost in that stare for a bit. My facial expressions become unguarded, as the sheer weight of what's just happened to me takes advantage of my mind settling down. Fear, terror about the unknown, and a sudden deep sorrow bring a hot flash of tears to my glacial eyes. I blink them away just as quickly as they appear, all the while looking into the dark chasms that is this raven's intense, direct gaze.
"So, got a home?" I ask, wiping my nose against the back of a sleeved hand, sniffling slightly and hoping I don't turn into a complete pile of sniffles in front of my present company.
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