Your name is John Eggbert.

You come from a long and legendary line of grackle-kind, proficient in the art of trickery and cunning.  You may not have your very own coat of purple feathers with a nice sheen, but all in due time.

Meanwhile, you hone your pranking skills.  And your ability to KREEEEEE nonstop for hours at a time?  Already unmatched.

You’d like to say your day has gone rather chirpfully.

Which.  Is rather chirpful in and of itself, as this is no ordinary day.  This is the 30th day since you hatched egg and took root here, which means only one thing.

It’s your Ceremonial Nest Plummeting Day.

The day you spread your wings and turn your back to this roost and beak to the world.

It’s time to say sayonara to this haystack.  It’s been a good run, but a bird’s gotta leave nest sometime.  And this bird’s gotta fly -

Oh, but wait.

It’s a message from your one and only nest bro, Dave Striderrier, contacting you via Skypreen.  Better check up on what the bird’s gotta squawk about.

After all, it’ll be the last conversation you have that isn’t beak to beak, what with both your developed feathers and a mere few dozen trees distance from each other.  You’re very excited about seeing your featherly friend.