Jack jumped when the twig had snapped underneath Kinjus claws. Both birds stopped in their tracks. “SHHH!” Jack barked softly, “I swear, if we get caught here, we’ll use your eggs instead.” Eggs meant everything to a bird, especially to Kinju. “Touch my eggs and I’ll break your beak Pretty Boy, you can count on that” she whispered. Tonights mission was a little more personal than usual. Big Black had grown a little tired of the Blue Birds stealing the Crows bird feed that the farmer had always set aside for them. The Blue Birds had their share of the food, that’s how it had always been. But lately, the Blue Birds had been reproducing like wild mice and according to Momma Blue “The young one’s need to eat”. Big Black would understand, but generosity had now been confused entitlement as the Blue Birds would horde all the Crows rations. When confronted about the situation, Momma Blue became insulted at the notion that her “precious babies” would ever do such a thing and said her people were doing nothing wrong.