A Woodland Rut
She reached into one of her unoccupied bags, fishing out a ball of suet, seeds, and honeycomb. "here." she said, before tossing it up and watching as his beak snapped shut on the simple, but tasty treat.
You Don't Know Me Without You
Was after my suet cakes." field nodded quietly. he'd yet to see a pileated woodpecker. though he'd seen the downy, hairy, red-bellied, and red-headed. also, he'd ... " ... you two talking about birds again?"
Aldruin, Chapter VII: Captain
She said, running her fingers gently through the bird's feathers, and feeding it a scrap of suet she carried for these sorts of messages. "yes, lieutenant, sir!" the bird twittered cutely, lifting a wing in faux salute. "good...
The Dead of Night
"it is david sue-mar-suet" kyroo laughed. she was certainly laying the innocent act on thick. "just call me david, please." "david." she said. "it is a good name." "i was watching you play."