Solo Birds Of A Feather

Kiva works at the Sanctuary, getting to know the birds at the aviary.

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Birds Of A Feather

Postby Kiva on January 16th, 2016, 2:05 am

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Bare feet pattered softly on the cold floors of the Sanctuary, resonating in the quiet of the hallway. The further she walked, Kiva could hear the soft chirping and fluttering of wings, the life of birds restless in their cages. Adorned in an old worker's apron and some gloves she collected from the closet, the tall Myrian stopped in front of a door, pushing it open tentatively. As the wood began to swing open, the sounds of the birds paused and a strange quiet settled into the room. The silence was thick, and Kiva was cautious to make her way inside.

The room would allow for ample sunlight inside, with a number of cages - some covered with large cloths - and a long table with a number of supplies. In the corner was a water pump and what looked like some rags. It was a simple, but relatively clean room. Feathers and seed sprinkled the floor, and a light odor hung in the air.

'That will have to be cleaned', Kiva noted, walking to the table and setting down the bucket in her hands. She took a deep breath, assessing the location. She took it in for a few more minutes, noting where everything was and immediately started to work.

She began first by heading to grab an old broom leaning against the wall and taking it in both hands. It was a sturdy weight, thick with stiff straw. As she moved around, bird feed stuck to the soft flesh of her feet, a not so comforting feeling. She moved to the first cage and slowly pulled off the fabric that covered it.

Tiny eyes peered back at her, a number of small budgies huddled together on a wooden platform and watching her shyly. "Good morning," Kiva said softly in Myrian, watching them for a second. None of them made a sound, but the watched her carefully, and the woman cocked her head, "Are you shy?"

It was interesting thought. Did birds have their own personalities? Like cats or the tskanna of Falyndar? Kiva ran a finger down one of metal bars, dusting some more food that had fallen. They were messy little things. Finally, after a few ticks, Kiva gave a brief smile that faded quickly, "Do I scare you, little birds?"

The tall Myrian pulled back, straightening up and began to remove the rest of the covers, greeting each bird or group with a small greeting. Many of the smaller varieties were shy, the others... the more exotic were vocal, demanding for food. One parrot in particular was feeling rather sassy, biting at the bars and jumping around.

'You feel trapped?'

Kiva turned her back, ignoring the sounds and set to sweeping the room. it was a slow process and it seemed just as she cleared a spot in the room, one of the birds felt it necessary to flutter around and scatter more. An endless chore. At first it didn't bother her, she just would continue sweeping. But after the fourth time, she began to grip the handle harder. Was she to clean the cages first and then the floors?
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Birds Of A Feather

Postby Kiva on January 16th, 2016, 3:03 am

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"Okay," Kiva muttered, leaning against the broom handle and balancing her weight on it, "I need a plan." Kiva moved around to get a better scope of the room, huffing a sigh.

She noticed the spots getting dirtier were some of the more active birds. 'If I clean around the tame ones, maybe... I can finish and distract the others before they destroy my work.'

It was worth a shot. Moving quickly, Kiva gathered the broom and began sweeping vigorously. She began crafting piles of feed to collect later, moving on and making another, making sure to place it near the cages of the sloppier birds. The goal was for whatever mess they made would fall as close, if not in her preset piles. As the broom brushed against the hard ground, Kiva noticed bits of fur, very small chunks and at one point, half of a rat's tail.

When she looked into the cage above it, she stared into the golden eyes of a large falcon. It shrieked once, as if greeting her, and a wide smile spread across her lips. Another predator. A bird of prey.

"Look what you've done," Kiva teased, picking up the tail and tossing it between the bars, "Dropping a perfectly good meal." When she threw her offering to the animal, the bird watched her for a moment longer before swooping to the bottom of the vast cage and cocking its head once or twice. Then, like lightening, it shot out and grabbed the piece of meat between its sharp beak.

Kiva watched it until it finished the measly gift, turning and tossing the broom against the wall. She would grab the dustpan later. It would no doubt continue to get rather hectic until she had done more work. The bucket she had set down still waited for her, and she went to dip a clean rag into the soapy concoction, wringing it out and taking it over to the first cage - the budgies.

They had begun to chit chat, growing more familiar with her presence, but when Kiva went to the front of the cage, their song stopped abruptly. "What's with you?" Kiva asked, lifting a hand to gently unlock the cage. She held the door closed, gauging whether or not they would try to fly away, but they only stuck together, watching her wearily. She slowly cracked open the cage, just enough to slip her hand through to the bottom of it. Carefully, she began to wipe down the floor, trying to not disturb the parakeets as she scrubbed at dried feces and removed their water bowl to be changed.

"That's not so bad, is it?"

Kiva removed her hand, closing the cage for a moment as she rinsed off her rag and plucked loose feathers from the fibers. When she washed and changed the bowl, she gathered new water and replaced the old. When started to brush away the old food that had fallen to the bottom and continue wiping it down, Kiva whistled softly, half way hoping she would see some response. They only stared.

"There's a reason I like cats."

She gave up, finishing her chore and grabbed a bag of feed. There was a label that after a moment of struggling, she managed to read, "For Birds in Cages 1, 3, and 5."

It hadn't occurred to her that each different bird might require different diets. 'Well, shyke. Good thing I saw this.' On the table was a packet with a diagram of the room, labeling each cage with the names, caring instructions, and descriptions of each avian. Kiva set down the feed and turned the first page, relieved when she saw that she hadn't done anything out of protocol. The last thing she needed was to report and tell Kavala she had killed off her birds.
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Birds Of A Feather

Postby Kiva on January 21st, 2016, 12:43 am

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Kiva began to reread over the manual, noting that whoever wrote it must care a great deal for these animals, and it only added more importance to her job. Kiva did not know enough about Kavala to fear the blonde woman, but she knew that her lack of knowledge was more than enough reason to take extra care with her chores.

According to the book, it said that each bird has its own unique personality, a detail that made Kiva want to laugh at first. That is, until she remembered who the ultimate mother of these creature's were - Caiyha. Kiva knew of no other god who claimed the winged creatures. And if Caiyha could birth Navre, the father of cats - an animal who was both intelligent and a graceful hunter - then surely these avians deserved a chance as well.

Kiva read over the instructions for the next cage in line, and made sure she understood enough of the descriptions. Her common was far from perfect, but she had a decent grasp on things if the words weren't excessively long. Gathering her supplies, she bent to wring out her wash cloth and watched as the water got murky. Loose feathers floated in the water, and she moved to the next cage.

This one contained a white bird with a large beak. A parrot of some sort? "Don't bite me," Kiva did the same as she had earlier, testing to see if the animal planned on attacking or darting from its cage if she reached for the door. it stayed in place, turning its flat head and craning its neck at an awkward position to look at her.

Kiva laughed when it began bouncing up and down, and to her surprise, it spoke to her, "Hello!... Hello! Hello!" When the cage was opened, it began moving down it's large perch, it's little feet stepping and curling around the post. The Myrian watched it closely, beginning to continue her work at brushing old fallen food away and scrubbing down the bars. She went to dip her rag into the bucket by her feet again, and when she rose, she saw the bird had gone to stand in front of the exit, one leg extended outwards, as if waiting for an invisible perch to appear.

Kiva watched it for a moment, "What? What do you want?" Confused, she held out the rag in her hands, but it retracted it's foot. When she lowered it, the bird held out its foot once more. Kiva sighed, not sure what to do. "You don't want the rag? What is it? My hand?" Kiva switched hands and reached out slowly. Without fear, the bird quickly stepped onto her palm, and the Myrian was immediately surprised by how weighty the animal was. It started moving up her arm, side stepping and climbing to her shoulder. Kiva and the bird watched each other, testing the waters. When the bird was safely on her shoulder, its beak pulled at a few strands of her hair before it settled nicely there.

Strangely, the woman felt... pleased? This animal chose to spend time with her. Much different that the shy budgies. This... Kiva moved slowly so as to not disturb the large avian on her shoulders to look at the manual she had left on the table... This bird was a called a cockatoo, and it had apparently been handled by humans since birth. It was very tame, but of course, the instructions warned of taking it too close to any of the cages that held the birds of prey.

'Tame, huh?' Kiva lifted an hand to try and stroke the bird on her shoulder, but it immediately squawked in her ear, stepping away from her hand. Apparently petting required more trust. It just wanted to use her as a perch. 'Fair enough.'
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Birds Of A Feather

Postby Kiva on February 1st, 2016, 1:16 am

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It was hard to move with a bird on your shoulder, each time she leaned forward, the flapping of wings fluttered against her ear as the cockatoo tried to keep it's balance. "Hey," Kiva muttered, trying to walk with good posture and remember the animal could very well squawk in her ear or bite it it was displeased. The thought was sobering, as the Myrian wasn't sure what she would do if it happened. Her first response would be to throw the bird away from her, but that could only anger it, or worse... get her fired.
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