Given the go ahead, she opens the package to take a small palmful of seeds in her hand. Closing it up to tuck away into her back with her other hand, Nel then looks out ahead of them to decide where to aim. With little range to consider, she tosses them straight out towards a pocket of grass not overshadowed by poppies.

Hands dusted together, she takes her pencil and eraser from the front zipper pocket and opens her sketchbook to a fresh page. At the ready, she'll watch for the birds to take notice of the seeds.