Wilson’s Journal    Entry 6 - Tallbirds

“The creatures I find on this island is constantly becoming more bizarre with each passing day. I don’t even know where to begin with this one.

While mining for minerals on the eastern part of the island, I heard a rather staggering squawk amongst the rocks before being attacked by this eyeball on stilts. Its very design baffles me and lives me with a plethora of questions on how such a creature could exist:

  • How does it maintain balance with such stalky legs?
  • How does it live with its eye as such a prominent weakness?
  • Why does its eye make up for approximately 98% of its body mass?
  • How does its other vital organs function properly at such a minuscule ratio to its body?

All these questions are left unanswered for the time being as I wasn’t able to kill the creature cleanly enough to preserve the body for a proper examination. I have always been curious as to the lack of predators in this rocky terrain. It is likely these beasts have driven them off to find less vicious meals considering how excessively territorial this monster was of its nesting area. Then again, with all the noise I was causing with my gathering, I gave it every reason to assume the worst of me.

Despite my scientific curiosity remaining unsatisfied, I was able to walk away with a decent collection of meat along with a sizable egg. I’ll be having a traditional breakfast for the first time in months tomorrow. I look forward to it.”


“I’m a father; an unintentional and reluctant father, but one none the less.

By sheer luck, the egg I had acquired yesterday finished its incubating period before I had a chance to cook up a traditional breakfast. I suppose its my own fault seeing as I wrapped it up in my travel grass-roll to survive the trip back to camp and left it by the fire. It was quite startling to wake up this morning and find a tiny live bird in my pack where they’re should be food.

However, this may a blessing in disguise; considering it only needed a few more hours to hatch, if I had cooked it I would made myself balut. Even in the name of science and hunger, I rather not partake in such a cultural “delicacy.”

The moment hatching laid its giant eye on me it was quick to crawl out of my pack and follow my every step. Much like most nidifugous birds would do upon the first creature they see, it was obvious the tiny creature had imprinted on me.

At first I found myself cross, wanting nothing to have such a beast in my abode and more reluctant to play the role of its foster parent. I have a hard enough time maintaining my food supply as it is without having an extra beak to feed. I figured then I would get some answers to their biology and perform an dissection.

However, after giving myself a few minutes to reassess the situation and re-analyze my entry from last night, I have reconsidered. A few berries a day is a small price to pay for a rare chance to study the life cycle of these creatures up close. Not to mention the long term benefit of such a fierce territorial protector.

Plus, Lizzy has a knack to make me smile.”

((Lizzy’s lucky that Wilson likes birds. Fun fact, he named her after Elizabeth Laird, a physicist in the early 1900’s.))

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