The colour had been sapped out of their world.
Flight was their only option, so they set off on the route laid down by their ancestors.
Many had perished, becoming lazy with the spoils of a modern environment. Food was dispensed by well meaning humans, but with it, the urge to fend for themselves was quashed, and in the end they simply forgot how, or didn’t want to.
Their numbers had diminished, such was the control of their surroundings, but for an easy life, none seemed to question the reasons why, just accepted what was as the norm.
That had all changed.
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