When her mother spoke, Siobhan listened and nodded once, a single, rather large, body moving nod. She wasn't going to go anywhere anyway; she was busy.
Her eyes moved from the grasses to the hills and then to the sky, unaware of the coyotes that skulked in the distance. The shadow drifted like the clouds, a familiar sight, but one she wasn't fully sure of. It watched them often, waiting for something she wasn't quite sure of.
A bird, that was what they'd called it. Siobhan couldn't help but repeat it aloud, sounding the words out as she burned it into her mind.
Bird.