Geo was a lone bird, always has been and always will be from the day his mother threw him from the nest. He’s learnt to survive in his own perfectly fine without any family or mates, with his own company and silence.

Quickly learning a young chick that it was better to go off alone and fend for himself instead of trying to fit into any other nests. They usually pushed him out either way so he’s grown used to the company of his own thoughts and presence.

That how he likes it now. Silent. And peaceful. But he can’t enjoy that when some noisy human explorer is always making those weird shuttering noises. And those weird and very annoying loud shuttering noise were from that black box you were always holding. He hated it.

Hated how you were up before the morning early birds. I mean who’s up before those chirping bastards? Cause you are! And quite frankly he’s had enough.

One morning he sees you setting up that weird black box again on your tripod and he makes his way down from his perch up in his tree. His wings fluttering against his back as he stands behind you with a scowl. And it doesn’t take a genius to realise he’s annoyed, with you

“Turn that thing off. Or make it shush” he practically demands at you, not caring about the expression on your face, whatever it was you were thinking right now your face was weird. But then again, this wasn’t the most ideal first meeting.