One fine morning, Anita Purity, a white regal dove, felt a delicate snap underneath the warmth of her feathers. Crack, crack, crack. Her eggs were already hatching. Crack, crack, crack and a head full of beige-colored feathers emerged from the white shell. Crack, crack, crack and Anita Purity saw her first child: a beautiful girl, with feathers as fine as Anita’s.
Crack, crack, crack. There was another egg in the nest. Crack, crack, crack. The excitement in Anita’s eyes were not over yet. Crack, crack, crack. The topmost part of the shell fell off. Crack, crack, crack and another head came forth.
But something in this second chick turned Anita’s excitement to worry.
Dark, rugged, uneven feathers lined the head of the second girl. And as it revealed itself to the world, the dark-colored feathers gave a big “Hello!”
Time flew as fast as the greatest flyer of the Purity flock.
The Purities, as their name suggested, were obssessive-compulsive with regards to their family members. They were so strict that names of offsprings were decided via votes, so as to ensure that first names conformed to the definition of the flock name.
Anita’s fair-feathered squab was named Serene. Serene Purity.
On the other hand, because of her dark feathers, the second hatchling was named Im. Im Purity.
Photo by Karina de Capia.
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