Glimmering Bird Hasty: use these three words

‘What is it?’ Ada squinted into the woods at the edge of the field where she and her mother gleaned corn, following the swathe of the harvest and the glint of the scythes ahead.

The hot sun scorched her back as she bent to the task. Ada was hungry, but more than that she was thirsty. And wanting the long day to be over. She had taken a moment to stretch, and that was when she caught the glimmering of … something … in the trees.

Her mother unbent, one hand easing her lower back, and peere...