Day One Evening Hours

As the sunlight began to change into its golden hour before setting, the tree Jar'ed had discovered three hours earlier was host to a markedly different scene.

Ravens were flying towards it constantly now, one here, two there, there was no doubt a gathering was occurring.

Birds having a good time was happening inside the tree. Chatter, grooming, hanging. Everyone happy. The best thing ever.

Ravens began dancing above the tree in the air, catching drafts, spinning around, feeling the clown energy that all of them had when the time was right, and now was the right time.

Jar-ed hung out and laughed with them all, and met lots of women that night.

He was snuggling with one now, in fact. Felt good.

J(gesturing to the sky): Want to dance?

Female: Sure.

Picture a flying pair dance between the two of them, with the other birds making occasional cameo swoops and twists as the moment dictated.

There's a soundtrack playing, of course, some luscious ambient mid beat tempo sounds swirling in your ears as the birds swirl in the air in your mind.