concept: a bird that's just as gay as you 🐤
one day in the future, i shall save a young falcon chick from impending doom after its mother was cruelly shot down by an over-privileged careless tory farmer and he is left abandoned in his nest. i raise him as my own, toiling day and night to keep my little chick alive. and when he is ready in his full beautiful adult plumage, his wings strong and powerful i shall take him to the vast misty moors of the lake district and we shall embark on our shared journey of learning falconry. we will come out every day, wind or rain, ice and snow. one day, he shall fly off into the trees. i call for him, my voice travellig across the lad in the wind but he does not return. a passerby comforts me as i cry for my lost friend. every day from then on i trek to the hills on my own, i call out for my bird but he does not come… until finally, one cold day in november, as i am returning home from my final search, i hear his call as he swoops past me and into the forest. i follow him quickly, as the wise men followed the star of bethlehem. running through the trees with my falcon as my own shining golden star, until finally he lands on a nest in a tree in the middle of the forest. i scramble up the tree and look in to see a chick, the same size as my bird was when i saved him a year ago. i will reach in to pick up the chick, to save it as i once did before, i am ready to begin the process of bird fostering yet again but he nips at my fingers. suddenly, another call is heard, another male falcon. he swoops in over my head. i panic. i think he has come to attack my bird and the chick, to kill them because we are in his territory. he lands gently, his majestic wings outstretch, on the side of the nest and nuzzle his beak again the beak of my falcon. he then starts to feed the chick ripping shreds off the prey he just caught in his talons. my falcon will start to preen his partners feathers as he feeds their chick.in that moment, i am blessed. my bird has introduced me to his bird family. my bird is gay, and he has a loving gay bird husband. all is well. i climb down from the tree, knowing that my bird will be okay on his own now, in the wild. he has found a mate. he is happy.
