Lex snapped his fingers. That was right, he was going to let Fat Kevin out for a bit to excersie. "Alright," Not that one, that one was Ringo, and not that one which was Tempest though he should let him out sometime soon. Nimbus was likely still sleeping, there it was! Lex picked out the ball decorated with wing stickers and unlatched the lock, letting Fat Kevin out.
"What do you think Fat Kevin? It is a nice day for you to get some air, float on the breeze, fly," he suggested, as the little pidove tipped his head, giving a cooing noise and then floated away on the breeze to dive into a bush of something.
"What did you find now?" Lex questioned, walking after the pidove, pulling out his phone to capture the glutten going to town on a berry patch. "Well, it is time for an update on the one and only Fat Kevin. Here he has found some of his favorite berries. These are Grepa berries and as you can see, he can't get enough of them. Just look at him go. He's going to pick this patch clean if I let him... but we'll let him have a few more before recalling him."
Fat Kevin messily tore into the grepa berries, juice slopping over his breast feathers. He filled his crop and more, berry pieces littering the ground as he couldn't keep to one. Soo many berries, and they all had to fit in his beak.