In search of Jobberknolls and Diricawls - open
Jul 5, 2011 9:19:25 GMT -5
Post by Poppy Lovejoy on Jul 5, 2011 9:19:25 GMT -5
Porridge with blueberries and brown sugar was not only a healthy way to start off the day, but also a delicious one. Poppy was going to need one for what she had in store for today's adventure. From what she had known, she was going to be riding solo on this one, as she had yet to really soak in all the personalities and such at Hammel, after just arriving a few days ago, right off the boat, they would say. Today, she'd be searching for some of her favorite little beasties: jobberknolls and diricawls. Most people thought she was a loon when she talked about these critters, but they must have been neglected from hearing of all the fantastical birds that exist in the forests unknown. Rest assured, though, as soon as she found one, she'd make sure others could find it too, maybe even take them to it, if they really wanted to, so she could show them that these guys really did exist.
Setting off in her lace stockings, rain boots (it was just a wee bit too muddy out there for her other shoes), and flowery-patterned dress, Poppy was ready for exploration into the forests surrounding Hammel. She hadn't seen too many people that actually went into them, but considering she had been raised in one, it shouldn't be too unlike what she'd already seen, especially since it was in the same state and all.
Once through the clearing and along a convenient dirt trail, she took in her surroundings. The trees were just as tall here, but the forests were relatively quiet. Something could be amuck, or these animals and beings were late sleepers, perhaps, knowing that the general populous wouldn't harm them or enter near them. Well she meant no harm, she never had meant any harm in all of her days. Taking out a pair of binoculars from her small leather bag, she started upward, looking for any signs of the Jobberknolls. For those that didn't know about them, these little guys were small and speckled blue. They were always quite hard to find because they never made a sound, literally. That is, until they were about to die, and then the most extraordinary thing would happen: they let out each and every sound they had ever heard in their entire life. She'd never heard one of these guys before, but it would be bittersweet to hear what it sang out. Now that she could understand birds, perhaps she could try to save it after it started singing, although not certain how that would bend the rules of logic and nature. She didn't want to get on the bad side of nature...
So far all she could find were some sparrows, robins, and the occasional cardinal. When she lowered her binoculars to a slightly lower level of branches, she nearly squealed with excitement after finding a Hermit Thrush, which looked as much as she would expect to a Jobberknoll, although shortly after, she realized it was the state bird of Vermont instead. No worries, though! She wasn't in the least bit discouraged. Instead, she would trek on, and by the end of the day, hopefully, she'd find some of her favorite birds and go back to campus to share of her wonderful news.
