A set of twinkling rubies blinked against the approach of dewy dusk. Patiently, they watched as the leaves of the family tree finally started to rustle with groggy shadows taking flight. Endurance and sufferance were the keys to a young fledging's existence, and so he waited. Indeed. Far-flung shrieks soon rose from crowded underbrush, followed by that dear rustle of shadow wings. Breakfast was imminent, he could tell.