The Birdhouse at Lochmara

We walked into the bird sanctuary and they were all talking to each other. “Chirp chirp”. We also heard the turtles splashing in their little ponds. “Splish splash”. The red crowns were as light as a feather their bites were like a pin touching your finger. The bird sanctuary smelt like fresh and old poo, one of the workers handed us a handful of seeds the seeds were an aureate apricot color and then whoosh flew down three birds and munched at the seeds. She finished talking and we walked out of the bird sanctuary and it was the other team's turn.