Every evening I wake to the burble of my river, enticing me out of my mossy hollow and into the dying light. I start my night treading along the riverbank, jumping wave to wave as the water crashes against the lining rocks.

As the stars begin to spread across the darkened sky I begin to dip into the flowing river. Wetting my wings as I dive down to skim along the mossy stones. With every dip down I collect some of the damp moss and bring it back to my home.

My nightly dives along the mossy stones has created a lovely colour on my wings, one which allows me to blend into my surroundings. Once the night sky begins to lighten, I fly through the surrounding trees, drying my wings before settling back into my hidden hollow.