Curly Bird

There's this box... a glass one. Like your glasses, picture this Rose-Colored. It's very... lived-in and loved up. *More* than comfortable to the little birds who live there. The nests are warm and loving. The nests are embracing. The birds are happy. They don't fly much. They mostly nuzzle in deeper. Especially when the environment gets cold. It's a good thing though - the more they nuzzle, the stronger the nests become.

But see that in the corner there? There's this little curly bird. A red one. You see her. She's testing her strength. The nest has been helping her grow. And she's realizing she has this... wingspan. She likes it. But she knows she won't fit if she spreads it.

Then it happens. A window opens. The breeze picks up and curly bird catches the scent. She goes for it. She's gone. Her Red wings strong. Sun shining on her feathers. Her next journey... begun.