There was only so much he could do. He was too small for big things.
Or at least that is what she told him when she left.
David jumped onto another branch. A slight itch caught his attention. Pushing his beak between his feathers, he scratched until the itch had disappeared.
When he looked up again, he saw the others return from their journey. There were seven of them, the big ones that had put him in charge. In charge of the small ones that should have remained in the nest.
David wondered how he should explain their disappearance.
The squirrel had been quick.
And anyway, there was only so much he could do.
He was small, after all.