Thunderbird(story, chapter 1)

"Mother, mother! Get up, i`m hungry!" I pushed her, "I`m up, i`m up..." She climbs up and opens her wings. Beet, beet, beet. I sat in the nest, awaiting her return. Waves rolled in a rolled out, and I grew bored. I leaped to part of the cliff and made my way up. The soft grass and the clam warm wind whip and rubs my feathers, the waves down below hitting softly at the rocks down below. The sun  meets the waves at the far off seas mother told me once. A dark form, sits on the edge. "Whats that? That's not mother, so what is it?" I opened my soft feathers, lifting off I beet my small wings. Beet, beet, beet, beet. I tried to near, but a bigger dark form stopped me. It was mother, "Primrose! What are you doing!?" 
"I-I-I I saw something out there" I pointed with my beak.
"I don't want you to go near there, do you understand?"
"Yes mother..."
The sun fell, and the moon rised. And the thing was still there, mother had fallen asleep.  Just a look, then I'll stay away. I dove into the water, it was warm and small fish lived here. I made my way out to the thing, sitting ever so still. Awaiting me...