@jellodoc. the round crow landed directly atop of the mans head. ibby cooed, tapping his legs up & down as if to determine if the material he was stepping on was perfect nesting material or not. he leaned heavily forward, upside-down to look at the reverends face directly. he cooed, head tilting innocently…before he flaps his wings and flies away, toupee in tow. / ibbycrowfen ask !
" oh ! " he attempts to talk to the small round bird at first, seemingly amused by its pitter patter on his head.
" hey, little fella. you're a brave little one, aren't ya ? " there's a small chuckle when the bird croons over to look at him. hand reaches up to scritch at his feathers, eyebrow raised as he spoke.
" heh, y'know, it's not every day i get a bird to land on my — "
before he could finish his sentence, the bird has flown away, carrying the a large brown mass. instantly rod reaches up, patting his now exposed head, before expression snaps to insult. fists shake as the bird flies away, toupee and his dignity in tow.
" HEY — !!!! that's not a nest, you give that back ! "








