Write four lines of prose about: the aviary.
I've noticed a wide variety of birds around our borrowed home, but today in particular was pretty amazing. There were the usual assortment of magpies in their black and white formal wear, a couple of Steller's jays hanging out in the backyard in their casual blue and black, and even an unidentified hawk perched out front for a short while.
My photo trigger finger is getting twitchy. I shall have to go on a little expedition once the temperatures warm up a little bit. Or at least when the wind settles down.
"Magnificent, aren't they my friend?"
"You seem nervous... is something amiss?"
"Well, I know for a fact that they haven't been fed in over a week... and you've never called me a friend before, Henri."