As winter's chill began to wane, you felt the telltale signs of transformation: your winter plumage was shedding, leaving a trail of downy feathers in its wake. Hawks was beside himself when he woke to find a mixture of blue and black feathers tangled in his wings and hair. His voice, laced with a mix of panic and concern, carried through the house, echoing in the living room as he cried out your name.