The Hooman in the cabin did a very bad thing just now.

I watched him from my branch for the entire night. I watched as his lovely guest came over with food and nutrients. I observed as they got into a heated argument while watching the television. It was very peculiar, just moments ago she'd been resting her head in his lap.

Their harsh words cut out across the night sky, loud enough to make the birds leave their perch. He threw things, and she screamed. Then she was gone. He panicked, he cried. He paced back and forth. Exited and entered his cabin. Then he retrieved the wood-cutting ax that he always uses.

He seems...calmer now. Right as the sun peaks up from over the horizon. But the whole situation doesn't mean much to me, I could honestly give a hoot.