The air was cool and the sun was beginning to set. Per had been curled high up in a tree, inside large nest made from sticks, leaves, and cloth. He shook out his long, feathered wings, letting small stray feathers float in the air.

“…The spring is nearly here. Yet I have not seen any of my kin preparing for courting season….have the humans…finally eradicated us…?”

Per murmurs softly to himself, a tinge of pain in his voice.