Who: Pam & Juno When: Around 1 Where: The Kitchen/Backyard
Pam was half-sure that whatever whispering voice wasn't actually talking about food, but now that she was hungry, all she could think of was Ten is for cheese. No, that really didn't sound correct. Either way, now she wanted a grilled cheese sandwich.
Around lunch time, Pam ventured down to the kitchen, which she had been surprised to find empty. She hummed to herself as she found the cheese, butter, and then the bread, and placed it on the counter facing the window with plans to grab the skillet. Instead, she caught a glance out the window and dropped the cheese right on the floor.
Birds. Birds! So many birds!
The backyard was freckled with birds, which Pam instantly recognized as being really weird. This was the first instance of birds that she could remember seeing since they had been placed there. Hell, other than Hathaway and Bucky, who she had still not actually seen, this was the first time there had been animals. And now there seemed to be at least a hundred birds, sitting on the fence and the lawn chairs and the ground. All of them chirping, though that didn't seem like the right word for it. Cawing? Whatever it was, Pam was amazed that she hadn't noticed it before.
She left the butter and the bread on the counter, and pressed herself up against the window, just watching. Slowly, she moved towards the door, and opened it slowly, afraid that the noise and motion would scare them away. She didn't want to scare them away. There were birds! She hadn't even figured out what kind of birds they were! Not anything that was native to where she lived, she knew that much, but she was still too stunned to go through her mental Rolodex of animals. There were birds!
She slowly, carefully walked out further into the backyard, accidentally forcing a few of the birds to fly and relocate. She just watched, quietly wondering where the things had come from, and where they could be with this type of bird being here. She stood there for a few minutes as she worked out that maybe they were magpies. Wasn't that what that nursery rhyme was about? She wished that Fletcher was there, because she was sure that he would know.
It took her a few minutes to realize that a few of the birds were sparkling at her. She'd been trying to come up with a reason to try to try to catch and pet one, and there it was, something shiny, tied to some of their legs. She needed a way to grab one of them. Hadn't she gotten bread?
She carefully backed back into the house, through the door she'd accidentally left open, and rushed to get back to the loaf of bread on the counter. "Oh my god! Oh my god!"