"I hope you're right," Bruno said. "But when it comes to parents and their babies, you never can tell." Whatever amount of logic or intelligence the dralites might have normally, when it came to protecting their families, well... no one was at their most logical in that case.

"And yeah, that's the problem isn't it? I mean, I could probably leave the chicks here with you, then go see if I can find something, but who knows how long that'd take?" He considered for a moment. They really hadn't thought this out very well, had they? Or at least, hadn't expected that there'd be quite this many chicks in need of help.

"Maybe we could put something together from all these branches?" There were a number of broken tree branches laying around, most likely a result of the storms that had been going on., and many of them hat wide sprays of leave that would be perfect for the little dralites to cling to, assuming they could be persuaded to.