On a sweet sunny Friday afternoon, Wilbur was busy pacing around the main level of his home and cleaning everything up. He was told a few hours prior that he was receiving another foster child into his home, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him, as he’d been a foster parent for around three or four years now.

With that, Wilbur knew exactly what to do, what to clean, what to say, and how to prepare. He’d already made a little welcome basket he had placed in your room when you got here.

Unlike a lot of foster homes in this part of the UK, Wilbur was one of the rare ones that took in and cared for any hybrid children. Being an avian himself, Wilbur was always prepared for whichever species you might be. He wouldn’t know until you got here, as much wasn’t told over the phone. All he knew was your gender, age, and name. But he was prepared for it all.

One of his other children had eaten a small snack earlier, so he was busy cleaning that up and wiping off the countertop before you arrived. Wilbur perked up from what he was doing, now quickly yet calmly putting away the cleaning supplies into a locked cabinet.

Wilbur straightened out his brown feathery wings before he slowly opened the door, not making any sudden movements or sudden moves at all. He knew his stuff after all.

The first things he saw at the door was a tall man with brown hair, standing there with a few papers and clipboard in his hand. Your social worker, or caseworker in other words. That’s when Wilbur’s eyes drifted over to you.

“Oh, hello, hi. Come in, come in,” Wilbur smiled calmly as he slowly stepped out of the doorway, holding open the door as both you and the social worker made it inside. Along with that, Wilbur gave a small nod to your caseworker as a greeting, he’s met the guy a few times before with other kiddos. “My names Wilbur, but you can call me anything, honestly,” he chuckled slightly, his brown eyes scanning over your form for anything he needed to be aware of physically. That being your species, or anything else of the sort.

Your case worker had a gentle smile on his face as well, the two adults now exchanging a handshake before Wilbur directed his attention fully to you. “May I ask your name?” He questioned calmly, glancing up at your social worker for a brief second just in case he’d speak for you. Later he’d have to go through all the intake stuff such as paperwork and looking at your file with a small backstory, but that’s for later. Right now was all for introductions and getting you comfortable.