It was pandemonium.
I saw huge cracks emerge rapidly on the nest floor as a result of the Great Pantomime Raven crashing into its own nest. We all felt the shaking and the achingly slow collapsing of the whole nest. The impact of the crash was meteoric, and even the tree itself shook at the collision. I knew that an impending doom was coming after that shake, for the weight of the bird was too much for the nest that was only made from dried twigs, logs, and other plant material.
And just like what I predicted, I felt the sudden downward pull of the nest. "It's going to fall apart! Quick! Let's go cling to the branches!" I yelled to everybody, sensing that any second now the nest will fall to the ground completely. We will not survive the fall if we won't escape it, so we have to move f
