Checking Parchments

My departure from the hospitality of Jethrog has been delayed as I've been looking back through my parchments at some of the words I have written. I've been looking back for anything that seemed slightly unusual, but I've struggled to find one comment I wrote before talk of the strange boats began.

In between reading through my scribblings I've been watching the skies. Jethrog was spot on - the birds fly towards the mountains at the same time every morning, and return at the same each evening. Why though? What would make a whole flock of birds fly half way across the island each day. Tomepicker must have been thinking the same thoughts, and I think he's onto something.

In his over dramatic way he's acted out being a bird in flight (his attempted chirping made me cry with laughter), followed by landing and then feeding. Feeding - of course. They must be going to the mountains to feed. Something must have changed to result in ample food for this many birds.

The mountains are going to need to be visited to see what is going on.