As the day light started to fade, together we sought our last drink. Before flying high to find our favourite safe roost for the night.
Huddled together murmuring soft sounds of comfort to one another, as we waited for the cloak of darkness to descend.
Once in place no more noise did we make to remain hidden and safe. Till the slowly rising sun bathed us in warmth, replacing the chill of the night.
Only then could we sing in celebration of the arrival of a new day.
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