I suppose it ain't no secret am shipping these two cresty cretins together, so have some more of them being feral and silly. I've been writing a lot about their anthro versions in the book I'm working on, and occasionally I get a funny idea on how their at-home relationship would be as ferals, species specific quirks included. To the bird savvy among you, secretary birds are the stompy birds. They step on snek. One day and out of the blue I was reminded of those videos of cats reacting to a cucumber placed on the floor, and a little lightbulb lit up above my head. I called the electrician as it isn't supposed to do that, but afterwards I thought about how a secretary bird might react to such a vegetable. Thus came to be this little silly slice of feral married life.
The ever so precious Clara belongs to my dear friend Bombird, and it is fortuitous that I should live so far away from him that he cannot physically punish me for stealing her.