Treetop Love: Stewart

StorytellerStewartStewart is a reformed gossip. He was never malicious. He was simply a collector of tales. The problem was, they weren’t necessarily his stories to tell.

“I overheard the wild turkey hens and apparently the gobbler thinks he’s all that.”

One day, it dawned on Stewart his flock would stop chirping when he joined them. When asked what was up, their response horrified him.

“We don’t trust you, Stewart, with our stories.”

This floored him. He was the flock bard! The keeper of history! It was his job to tell stories, was it not? “Collective experience stories, Stewie, not personal stories!”

The world absolutely needs storytellers to point out our strengths and weaknesses such that we are inspired to learn and grow. Fortunately, Stewart was able to discern the difference and is now a well-respected bard.

In fact, all Treetop Love stories are told by Stewart. I am merely the scribe.

~ Eliza

Treetop Love: Elaine

CreativeElaineThere is a far away look Elaine gets that alerts the flock. They all settle around her and wait for her grand announcement.

“You know, if we find a way to bend that branch over there, we can slide right into the bird bath.”

Elaine is the ideas bird. Not a moment goes by that she isn’t dreaming something up. They aren’t all good ideas like the slide. Constructing a saddle out of the sun hat they found in the yard to ride the cat around on? Not a good idea.

She did, however, figure out a way to create sun parasols from the hosta leaves. Sledding down the roof on birch bark is considered an all time Elaine Idea favourite. Swan diving from the roof into the rain barrel was vetoed.

Elaine definitely needs the flock for a reality check.

“There are no silly ideas!” she extols. “But there are unpractical ideas, and downright dangerous ones,” they counter.

A few tweaks to her thought processes and a new plan is implemented. Apparently, the groundhog doesn’t mind wearing a saddle.

~ Eliza

Treetop Love: Joan

MotherlyJoanJoan is the smoother of ruffled feathers, literally and figuratively.

A flock member gets blown across the yard? Joan is the first one to pick the bird up and check for bent wing tips. One flock member thinks another member took more than their fair share of the suet ball? Joan leads a feelings sharing session ending with hugs and high fives.

Don’t ever make the mistake of equating nurturing with mild though. Threaten one of her own, and she turns ferocious. Like the time the falcon flew too close the roost.

Before anyone could stop her, Joan took off like a shot from a canon. Landing on the raptor’s back, clinging for dear life, Joan pecked at his head until he begged for mercy. With one final poke and a stern admonishment to keep to the other side of the forest, she let the poor beast be.

The entire flock is her family, and nobody messes with her peeps.

~ Eliza