[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Being in a place where it was still sweltering hot in November had been a first for him. Having grown up in a rather seasonal climate, Finch had experienced all four seasons, but he doubted he would find that here. While he lacked fur, his feathers helped to keep him cool. With his wings held out a few inches from his body, the air flow felt rather refreshing. Thankfully, no one had tried to harass or chase him during the whole voyage here. He sure hoped it was worth it. A large sigh of relief came from him as the green jungle came into sight. Finally. Giving a flap of his wings, the turkey glided over the sand, closing the distance within a matter of moments. While he could not fly as well as a hawk or a crow, Finch could fly pretty fast, but his distance and height were rather limited.
Landing on a flat rock, the turkey tucked his wings back against his body, smoothing all of his feathers so they laid flat. There was no need to fan his feathers here. Looking around him to make sure no hungry coyote was lurking nearby, he drew in a breath before letting out a rather loud gobble. Hopefully they would come running, but the trick was convincing them he was not food, but a friend.
Landing on a flat rock, the turkey tucked his wings back against his body, smoothing all of his feathers so they laid flat. There was no need to fan his feathers here. Looking around him to make sure no hungry coyote was lurking nearby, he drew in a breath before letting out a rather loud gobble. Hopefully they would come running, but the trick was convincing them he was not food, but a friend.