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Watson wasn’t really sure how it had happened. He wasn’t sure when they did the birdy-do, how they did the birdy-do or why the birdy-do ended with the birth of an egg.
He also wasn’t sure why Pi-chan let him name the albino hawk after his fictional avian wife, or why he even thought of it in the first place. There were many things he wasn’t sure of, or could comprehend, or even predict, like Mary’s eventual size.
But he was sure he was happy about it. He didn’t think he’d have the pleasure of raising a child, however peculiar and mysterious its origins were, or watching it grow and teaching it how to fly. Given its size, it had naturally weak wings for a long time, as if its body were unsure how to respond to the odd genetics, but he found it oddly amusing to watch it try nonetheless.
Even more so amusing when Pi-chan insisted on flying badly just to cheer the eyas-squab on.