Post by owl6 on Aug 4, 2007 6:12:07 GMT -5
Churchill flew bow and arrows in hand. His brown, white and red-brown feathers stood out against the sky. He sang a sweet, cheerful tune only a Lapland longspur could do. The breeze ruffled his feathers so he decided to land. Churchill landed and puffed up, he was a small ball of shivering feathers. Then he heard a small noise of some one approaching from behind. He snapped around bow held with an arrow ready to spring sailing at the other animal approaching.