“Well, it looks like it’s instinctual,” I replied, “at least for the ones who used to be birds. They’re no strangers to mass migration, I suppose. The rest – the gophers and foxes and bears – just follow the pack.”
“The cities won’t be able to contain them for long,” Morgana said, salting her hash browns. “If their numbers keep growing, they’ll have to expand the city out to the suburbs and beyond to accommodate them. You guys might even lose your country life out here.”
“The f**k with that,” Mitch said, steering a triangle of pancake into his mouth.
“Mitch, the language,” Alanna chided, and made to cover Isaac’s little ears.
“May I be excused?” the boy asked, squirming away from his mother’s grasp. “I wanna go play army men on the deck.”
“That’s fine,” Alanna said. “But if you get h
