#Little Bird SCAD Short Film

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Research and Development 3

The third and final Research and Development project!

I opted to finish my Proof of Concept animation and BOY golly am I glad I stuck with JUST this animation.

It is 530 in the morning, I am exhausted, but it is done and it is incredible B)

Included are many process pieces, with the final gif at the end!

And the final version....!

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Sunday-Thursday, 26-30 September

Sunday

I spent most of the day in the van working on my photos and blog: a pleasant enough task, but it always takes much longer than I ever anticipate. We went to the supermarket for a few things in the afternoon and then went out to the Beach Club for their Sunday Roast for dinner.

We missed our on the roast last time we tried because they ran out just ahead of us in the queue, so we got there just after 5 pm and ordered, imagining that they wouldn’t be serving it straight away. Sure enough, it arrived by 5.15 and we were finished dinner and twiddling our thumbs over the second half of our bottle of wine well before 6 o’clock. Needless to say, the restaurant was by no means full (although there were quite a few ‘reserved’ signs on the tables) so we could easily have arrived at 6 or 6.30 and still enjoyed a roast after that. Having said that, the roast was nothing to write home about (so I am writing about it here!). It was a big meal though with heaps of good veges and we needed a doggy box to take the remainders home again.

Monday

We had quite a productive morning once we got up and moving.

After breakfast, we did a little bit of hand washing (an almost daily task lately) and then we tackled replacing our broken door mechanism with the new one we purchased in Exmouth. It was a very fiddly job with quite poor instructions but we finally got the new piece in place and everything is now operating correctly. It is nice to be able the separate the fly screen from the main door and to lock the door securely again. A small but welcome achievement.

Next little job was to clean the flush water for our loo. It had started to grow some algae in the flush-tank so we emptied it and flushed some chemicals and disinfectant through it, then quite a few litres of clean water and it all looks sparklingly clean again.

That took all of the morning but we packed our lunch and set off to explore a little south of Onslow. When we had visited the Information Centre a week or two ago, the woman there recommended that we go to the Ashburton Port ‘to see what they are doing out there’. Onslow is in the Ashburton Shire and close to the mouth of the Ashburton River (and coincidentally, Heather and I both lived in the same little street in Ashburton, Victoria, albeit at quite separate times), so we took her advice and went to check it out. The Port is about 15 kilometres off the highway but when we got there, the entire area is closed to the public. There are two large gas processing plants there (Wheatstone and Macedon) and the whole area is well and truly off limits to mere mortals like us. (Wheatstone is interesting to the physicists among us due to the Wheatstone Bridge – a device used for determining where breaks in power lines have occurred – regrettably, nothing to do with Heather Wheat – even if she were stoned!)

Not ot be discouraged, we left the precinct and headed a few kilometres further to the turnoff to Old Onslow. We explored this area 4 years ago and I recall the scores of caravans free-parking along the banks of the Ashburton River. It is a surprisingly large river (but virtually dry upstream) and we found a place at its very edge to sit and enjoy our lunch. There were a few birds around and we relaxed for close to an hour before moving on to the site of the old town.

There were scads of caravans scattered right along the edge of the river with more coming and going as we drove in, but we eventually reached the site of the original Old Onslow. It seems to have been at least as big – certainly in area – as the current town and there are still a few remnants of the old structures and equipment there. We drove right around the area, out to where the old port had been, around where all the pubs, stores and public buildings had been, even out to the old cemetery. It is quite amazing: there are tens of kilometres (maybe hundreds) of track in and around the old town – all of which was simply picked up and moved to the current townsite more than a hundred years ago. There is not a lot to see – a single bollard where the pier used to be, several acres of broken bottles adjacent (and non-adjacent) to the old pub-sites, a more substantial ruin of the police station and courthouse, but not a lot else. We explored as much as we could and eventually found a beautifully-maintained gravel road that we followed for perhaps 15 kilometres until it simply stopped at the fence of the Macedon gas-plant. It intrigued me why such a wonderful road would be so meticulously-maintained if it led to nothing at all! Very strange indeed!

In due course, we got back to the main road and returned to the new Onslow where we explored a few more local roads, past the salt plant belching fresh salt into a gigantic stockpile, out to the marina and nearby industrial area, and eventually back to the safety and security of our own little cubbyhouse.

Tuesday

Heather started with a big load of washing – time to do the bedding again – while I went back to the industrial area to try to get our tyre fixed. That was a big disappointment because the guy out there found two big tears in the sidewall due to driving with the tyre being too flat.

We spent a fortune on tyre monitors a few years ago, but don’t use them because we have never had a single day without false warnings and failures of the system. We took them back to the suppliers numerous times and they replaced them and did some troubleshooting, but we have never had a day’s value out of them. Their only value is that the system beeps at you if there is a problem with any tyre – under- or over- pressure, rapidly changing pressure, overheating, etc., – and because at least one of the twelve sensors was always malfunctioning, we were subjected to beeping from the moment we started the car until it was turned off – and we never knew if it was a false alarm or a real problem. In this case, if we had the system installed and working, we would have known of the slow leak and saved ourselves the roughly $700 for a new tyre.

But that was not the end of the issue. The guy in Onslow didn’t have a tyre that would fit – and he said our tyres are very hard to get at present. He suggested we ring ahead in an attempt to have one waiting for us in Carnarvon. Alas, none in Carnarvon. Hamelin Pool? No! Denham? No, but he might be able to get one sent up from Geraldton – with a $45 freight charge. But if we are going to Geraldton anyway, he will ring his mate down there to ensure he has one available when we get there next week. Fnigres coresds – you try typing with your fingers crossed!

Wednesday

We fuelled up at the more expensive servo because all four of the bowsers at the cheaper one were out of order. The one we had to use is one of the automated ones so everything takes a bit longer and we had to join the queue of travellers trying to purchase their fuel before we got our turn. Eventually, we achieved our objective!

We then drove the 469 kilometres (by our odometer) to Carnarvon. The map indicates that the distance should be 493 kilometres but our caravan park is 6 kilometres out of the town centre. This is very consistent with all our measurements, with our speedometer and odometer both always being 2 or 3 percent out. This has always been an issue because we have oversized wheels and tyres on the car so all the readings we have are about 3% less than actual. What this means is that although our records show (according to our odometer) that we have just ticked over 17000 kilometres towing the van this trip, it is actually a tad over 17500 kilometres. We always have to over- or under- estimate our figures depending on what we are trying to do – it’s very marginal but if we were running very short of fuel, it could be critical.

We left the tropics behind us when we crossed the Tropic of Capricorn, but we haven’t encountered any temperate rain forests yet. It was an interesting drive though with very noticeable changes in terrain and importantly, vegetation as we moved slowly south. Then, just a few kilometres out of Carnarvon, a really big change occurred with lush banana plantations and other fruit and vegetable farms filling the landscape. Our caravan park sits right on the edge of a large pomegranate orchard, something I don’t recall seeing anywhere before. It is also right under the Space Museum that we enjoyed almost exactly 4 years ago. Maybe I won’t bore anyone with that, but it was one of the more important NASA stations during the lunar ventures as well as being the key OTC station that introduced Australia to international television. It is a great museum and anyone who gets close to Carnarvon should definitely give it a visit.

At night, we tried to watch more of the short series of DVDs we started last week, but it wouldn’t play as it should – long pauses and complete pixilation being the main problems. We tried to clean the lens, but maybe our cleaner is not in good nick. We were able to watch a film on DVD without a hitch, although when we tried the following night, nothing would play correctly. I will try to buy a new lens cleaner (we have been looking for one for at least 5000 kilometres) but maybe our old TV has reached its Use-by date.

Thursday

We had a fairly relaxed day today – a bit of shopping in the morning and then a drive out to the ocean. Almost by accident, we ended up driving around Babbage Island – an island on the map, but with a road out that indicated many years since it was an island, definitely a low-level causeway rather than anything like a bridge. We drove out on some 4WD tracks and I enjoyed photographing a few shorebirds out there, but we then drove to the end of the island and enjoyed watching a few fishermen and picnickers across the lagoon – but we chose not to tackle the very sandy track out to join them. We also explored the entrance to Oyster Creek – a few desolate clicks out of town in the opposite direction, but quite interesting due to the very shallow area of the ocean that it empties into. All mangrove areas.

We also explored an area shown on the map as a large area of water just north of the NASA telescope. There is not a lot of water there are present, but what there is has attracted hundreds of birds and I did a bit of bush-bashing trying to see what they all were. Most of them were relatively common for me, but I was pleased to see quite a few dozen Black-tailed Native Hens – that I last saw about 15-20000 kilometres ago.

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Days 40 to 42

Feeling a bit Biblical as I write this – 40 days and 40 nights in our own little ark – with any amount of land still in sight.  Still at the Little Roper Stock-Camp in Mataranka, waiting for the mail to arrive (our replacement fan – and it may be a few more days yet, but a week at unpowered sites with no cooling at all may become trying) and enjoying a few relaxing days – I may even do some reading today.  I last read during the daytime in about 1977 (or was it 1967) but I am almost finished my birthday present book from Kerry and may achieve that today as another bucket list tick.  (Or I may go birding again.)

Apology/disclaimer.  I need to correct the record from my previous post – I counted the wrong number of ten entries in our log book.  Instead of 192 species, including 37 new ticks, it should have been a more modest 182 and 27.  After the last couple of days, it now stands at 187 and 30 new ticks.  Sorry if this inconvenienced anyone – how could it?  We are the only people who are in the least interested! And maybe I am the only one reading my blog in any case.

After we went to the Post Office and service station on Monday, we spent the afternoon around camp.  Heather developed some frustration with slow internet speeds when trying to add to her blog and I did a few little maintenance jobs on the car and van and went birding on foot a kilometre or so along the road from the van.  We had booked for the Monday roast at the Camp and that was interesting.  The guy who runs the place seems always to have a big fire going in the fire-pit, but on Mondays and Fridays, he uses this to cook a roast and veges for those who want to take advantage of it.  Some of us paid and enjoyed it all, others had their own meals and just enjoyed the entertainment and education.  He introduced us to his buffalos and Brahman cattle and told us a bit about them, showed us how to tie some clever ultra-strong wire knots and a few other interesting outback tricks.  Over the meal of rich pumpkin soup, the roast (served in alphabetical order! – beef, buffalo, lamb and 6 veges!!) and dessert (non-alphabetical spotted dog – and would you believe there was a big Dalmatian hanging around looking for scraps? – custard, apple crumble and ice-cream), he sang a few bush ballads and told some yarns (allegedly true stories of death and deprivation in the early days).  He is quite a fun character and was previously (and is sometimes) a teacher and stockman and has lots of fascinating stories to tell, including some good insights into the local blackfellas (as they are properly called in this part of the NT).  All this under the stars with the buffalos snorting, the Brahmans bellowing, the night-birds squawking, the fire-pit crackling, the dogs fighting and scads of kids running riot all around us.  A nice sort of bedlam.

In the morning, the fire is used to boil the billy and cook johnny-cakes (plain flour and yeast damper) or puftaloons (SR flour, butter, salt, fried in dripping) for anyone willing to drop a silver – yes, silver – coin in the honesty box.  It varies from day to day, but with all the butter, vegemite, honey, golden syrup and other spreads thrown in, it is a pretty cheap breakfast – if you are quick.  The kids hoed in today and I think they ran out of dough before everyone had eaten their fill.  We enjoyed the spoils yesterday and today, but we were up too late for them on Monday.

Yesterday (Tuesday), we went to the Mataranka Thermal Pool at Mataranka Homestead, another crystal-clear spring (delivering 32 megalitres a day), a little cooler than Bitter Springs at 32 degrees rather than 37.  Plenty of people enjoying it, but we just did the walk around the pool and a longer 3 km walk along the Little Roper River to Stevie’s Hole, a delightful cool waterhole surrounded by lush vegetation, but closed for swimming due to the possibility of encountering a hungry crocodile.  We spent quite a bit of time looking at birds and photographing some of them on the way back to the Homestead where we bought lunch and ate it watching a bit of We of the Never-never, most of which was filmed around the Homestead.  They apparently run the movie on a loop on a big screen in the outdoor eating area so it is constantly in the background unless you choose to eat your meal somewhere else.  The Homestead itself looks pretty ordinary to me, but has historical significance as the mansion of the original owner of the huge surrounding station.

After lunch, we took the road through the Elsey National Park and called in at all the places we could.  We did a short walk around a 1920s Sheep Dip (another failed NT pastoral venture) and a longer loop walk through some open forest.  It was called the Botanic Walk and quite a few trees had signs indicating what they were and how the aborigines used them.  It was relatively cool and shady and quite beautiful with a creek running beside the path with birds, fish and water-lilies to maintain our interest.

I was reflecting a little on our trip so far, specifically about Kakadu.  I imagined it would be the key highlight for me, but it didn’t quite live up to expectations.  It was all very interesting and we saw lots of things, but not much really that we didn’t see elsewhere.  It was disappointing that so much of it is still closed, but we probably saw many of the birds that I had hoped to see in other places outside the Park.  Somehow, I imagined that the whole Park would be awash with lagoons teeming with birds, lush and rich with water-lilies and festooned with creepers (and maybe creepies), but most of the areas we could access were actually quite dry and sparser than I imagined.  Maybe I thought Jabiru would have black-necked storks roaming the main street, rather than being a small settlement with not a lot to recommend it.  I originally imagined that we would spend at least a week in the Park, but we probably spent less than 4 days there, including our time travelling up to and back from Cobourg.  Having said that, I think we still saw all I hoped for, but much of it in places that I had not known existed.  And even if there were no jabirus in Jabiru, I did photograph some brolgas browsing in the middle of the Mataranka township. (See my pics of the blinking brolga and its mate below.)

Not sure how long we will be here, but it is very pleasant and having a few relaxing days in our torrid itinerary is probably good for us anyway.  We are certainly enjoying them so far – despite the frustration of minimal internet access.

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Characters

The characters for Little Bird! The story has undergone some revision since the last post as per the critique I received in class last week. As of right now I don't have the time to update my storybeats, but rest assured they make at least a bit more sense now, haha.

All information on the main three characters below the cut!

(Edit 4/19/22 - Added Quinn's rough expressions sheet)

Full Name: Quintus Marcutio Seymour Crispin Kavthur Goes By: Quinn Pronouns: He/Him Age: 39 Species: Ziennian (alien species native to Zienna) Personality: Soft and skittish Quinn Kavthur heads diplomatic relations for Zienna with multiple other worlds. He's constantly running about making sure people get where they need to, and get what they need. Soft and skittish, Quinn is known to have sudden panic attacks that can take him out for the day. But he doesn't let that stop him from doing his job to the fullest. Adored by his coworkers for being the easiest person to work with, Quinn makes a point of having a large network of friends who he can fall back on in his work, and a small collection of good friends who he can fall back on in the rest of his life. Quinn is married to Jo-Lean Kavthur, and together they have their 8 mo. old son Hudson Kavthur. Quinn is a Ziennian, an alien species native to the small world of Zienna. He has wings that can be hidden at will (a simple process of shrinking them, part of his minor ability to shape-shift).

Full name: Jo-Lean Alianna Kavthur Goes By: Jojo Pronouns: She/Her Age: 38 Species: Ziennian (alien species native to Zienna) Personality: Sweet and confident Jojo is an anesthesiologist at the Gordon Kay Hospital in District 5, and a yoga instructor on the side. She's not running around anywhere near as much as her husband, but she is known for constantly being on the go and finding something to do. Highly involved in local triathlon groups, Jojo loves to bike and run in her free time. Sweet and confident, Jojo is both a perfect opposite and compliment to Quinn. She lifts him up in all the ways he needs, and he supports her everywhere he can. Known by her coworkers for being incredibly kind and caring, it's not uncommon for Jojo to go out of her way to help someone when they need it. In fact, she takes great pride in being able to do so, and finds it to be very fulfilling for her. This desire to help people is what led her to becoming an anesthesiologist. Jojo is married to Quinn Kavthur, and together they have their 8 mo. old son Hudson Kavthur. Jojo does not have wings like Quinn, she is just a regular rabbit.

Full Name: Hudson Lucien Kavthur Goes By: Hudson Pronouns: He/Him Age: 8 months Species: Ziennian (alien species native to Zienna) Personality: Small, no thoughts, head empty Hudson is Quinn and Jojo's son. Curious about everything but very clingy to his Mommy, Hudson is his parents' pride and joy. They dote over him and do everything they can to raise him to be a kind, caring and wonderful person. Hudson was born not showing any signs of inheriting his father's wing powers, but as he grows older it's clear he did in fact inherit the powers. As he learns how to fly all on his own, somehow without his parents knowing.

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Theme and Logline

“Little Bird”

Logline: A newly wed couple move into their first house together, and realize they left the most important thing at their old apartment.

Theme: A short film about the chaos that comes with being new parents, moving, and newly wed all at once. A newly wed couple is moving into their first house together from their old apartment, and in the process of moving the last load they realize they’re missing the most crucial item to their home: their son. A wild goose chase ensues as they try to find their baby through the many stops made from apartment to house. And where they find him is the last place they would have ever expected…

I am really bad with remembering where I put things, and keeping track of things as I move. I’ve lost so many items just moving in and out of my dorm over the years. And sometimes when you’re dealing with a lot even the most important items, like a child, or laptop in my case, can be easy to overlook when you get so narrowed down on the details. To quote the movie Now You See Me, “the closer you look the less you see”. I want this to be a fun film ultimately, one to get a laugh out of my audience.

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Story

The current working story for Little Bird. Things may be changed throughout the quarter, but this is my starting point.

(Edit 4/20/22 - Redid story beats to reflect the new story)

Story Beats

Act One

Jo-Lean and Quinn put down the last box in their son Hudson's room.

They stop in front of Hudson's empty baby carrier.

They realize it's empty.

They both freak out.

They don't find Hudson anywhere in the house.

They use the rented moving truck to retrace their steps.

Act Two

They head to the post office first.

He did Not manage to get into a postage bin.

Then to Quinn's workplace.

Winter hasn't seen Hudson since the day before.

Then to the gas station

Scout hasn't seen him either.

And finally back to their old apartment.

The apartment is completely empty, no baby in sight.

Jo-Lean is starting to audibly cry.

Quinn tries to comfort her.

There is a little baby noise.

Act Three

Quinn and Jo-Lean look around in surprise.

Another little baby noise and a feather falling from the sky.

Quinn and Jo-Lean look up in surprise...

And find Hudson flying above them!

Jo-Lean gently plucks Hudson from the air and pulls him into a tight hug.

Quinn looks incredibly confused and relieved.

Jo-Lean insists he not question anything right now.

Quinn joins the hug as Hudson yawns.

Hudson falls asleep in his parents' embrace.

Paragraph

Quinn and Jo-Lean are a newly wed couple moving into their first house together from their old apartment. As they move in the last box into their son Hudson's room, they realize he's not in his baby carrier. Nor is he anywhere in the house. Franticly, they retrace their steps from the day, checking at every stop they made.

They stop by the grocery store, the library, the post office, Quinn's work, the gas station... But no one has seen Hudson. The post office makes note that only Jo-Lean had come inside to drop off a letter. Quinn's best friend at his office admits that though her memory has been spotty, she hasn't seen Hudson since the day before. And the young man at the gas station points out that only Quinn got out of the rental truck to fill it up with gas. With panic rising, the couple makes their final stop at their old apartment, only to find it completely empty. Grief, fear, pain, panic... all this and more rushes through their brains.

A confused baby noise breaks their paranoid trains of thoughts, and a tiny little feather falls on Quinn's nose. He sneezes as Jo-Lean looks up and finds Hudson, happily flying above them. She laughs in relief as she plucks her baby from the air, holding him close. Quinn is incredibly confused. Hudson was just a baby, if he had been flying behind them this whole time he wouldn't have been able to keep up or would have been lost-! He would have started crying, he's just a baby he doesn't have the stamina to keep up! Jo-Lean insists Quinn not question it right now. The important thing is that they have Hudson back. Quinn reluctantly agrees, giving his wife and son a big hug. Hudson falls asleep safely wrapped in his parents' arms.

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Research and Development 2

The second research and development project

This project required us to narrow down on various elements of our story at our discretion (with professor sign off, of course). I chose to focus on finishing my character turnarounds, finish expressions sheets, and start a short test animation to understand both the animation style and the art style as a whole.

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Research and Development 1

The first Research and Development project

This project required us to narrow down on various elements of our story at our discretion (with professor sign off, of course). I chose to focus on cleaning up my style frames, as well as start character turnarounds. I plan on finishing the turnarounds and starting storyboards for the second out of three research and development projects. :)

These are the finished style fames!

These are the started character turnarounds

Jo-Lean's turnaround needs to be finished, and Quinn's needs to be cleaned up, and Hudson's needs to be done, but all are in the works for the next project. :)

Stay tuned!

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World

All the main locations for Little Bird (more than one scene).

Hudson's room is the first location we start in. An empty room with just boxes at first, Hudson's room is where Jo-Lean and Quinn notice that Hudson isn't there.

It's a simple square bedroom with two windows. No closet, so drawers make up clothing storage space. The walls are painted a gentle yellow, and a girraffe height chart is added between the windows when Jo-Lean redecorates the room.

When fully furnished, the room contains a convertable crib, a deep navy blue recliner/rocker, a chest of drawers with books and a box for socks on top, a daiper changing station with storage underneath, a daiper waste bin, a red chest with Hudson's name on it for his toys, and a simple floor lamp. A baby blue rug came with the room and was kept.

Jo-Lean and Quinn's old apartment is the final location the couple check for their son. Barren and mostly dark in the setting sun by the time they get there, the apartment has cherry wood-tile flooring, and a gentle beige paint on the walls. Neon beige trim outlines the windows, doors, and connects the wall to the floor. Simple light fixtures remain off, and a floor to ceiling window facing west brings in most of the light.

Opposite the window is a small kitchenette, and a hallway leading to two very small bedrooms and a bathroom. All boxes and items belonging to Quinn and Jo-Lean have been moved out by this point, so the apartment is completely barren.

A montage of misc. locations. Including an office building, a post office, and a gas station. All three are shown for only a single scene, only a few seconds, and therefore are put together.

The post office is neat and organized with the typical postal blue as a primary color. The atmosphere is gentle and welcoming. Staff are polite if not confused by Quinn and Jo-Lean.

The office is simple and grayscale with a hint of purple overlay. Clean and organized aside from individual cubicals, the liminal vibes of the office lend to it being a middle-ground location between the start and the end of the journey.

The gas station is cluttered and chaotic, with a hint of a red overlay. A whole aisle is knocked over and the mess is everywhere, fitting with Jo-Lean and Quinn's anxiety starting to spike once they reach this location.

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This is Hudson, the son for Little Bird! He’s an absolute sweetheart.

I’ll make a proper introduction post for all the characters once I have more art created!

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I did more things :)

Story

The current working story for Little Bird. Things may be changed throughout the quarter, but this is my starting point.

Story Beats

Act One

Jo-Lean and Quinn put down the last box in their son Hudson's room.

They stop in front of Hudson's empty baby carrier.

They realize it's empty.

They both freak out.

They don't find Hudson anywhere in the house.

They use the rented moving truck to retrace their steps.

Act Two

They start at the grocery store.

The store clerks haven't seen him.

Then head to the library.

He wasn't left in the children's section.

Then to the post office.

He did Not manage to get into a postage bin.

Then to Quinn's workplace.

Winter can't find him with her Changeling vision.

Then to the gas station

Scout hasn't seen him either.

And finally back to their old apartment.

The apartment is completely empty, no baby in sight.

Jo-Lean is starting to audibly cry.

Quinn tries to comfort her.

There is a little baby noise.

Act Three

Quinn and Jo-Lean look around in surprise.

Another little baby noise.

A tiny head pokes out of Quinn's big, puffy jacket, staring around with big ol' sleepy eyes.

Jo-Lean scoops Hudson out of Quinn's jacket in relief, holding him close.

Quinn is very confused but also very relieved.

He scoops Jo-Lean and Hudson up in a big hug.

Hudson still looks very confused, but hey! Mommy and Daddy hug! Who's gonna say no to that. :)

End

Paragraph

Quinn and Jo-Lean are a newly wed couple moving into their first house together from their old apartment. As they move in the last box into their son Hudson's room, they realize he's not in his baby carrier. Nor is he anywhere in the house. Franticly, they retrace their steps from the day, checking at every stop they made.

They stop by the grocery store, the library, the post office, Quinn's work, the gas station... But no one has seen Hudson. The grocery store clerks show security camera footage of Jo-Lean holding Hudson as the family leaves. The library shows where Hudson had been checked out from the kids' area. The post office makes note that only Jo-Lean had come inside to drop off a letter. Quinn's best friend at his office uses her powers to try and find Hudson, but she can't find him anywhere (though granted she is distracted with her own little girl). And the young man at the gas station points out that only Quinn got out of the rental truck to fill it up with gas. With panic rising, the couple makes their final stop at their old apartment, only to find it completely empty. Grief, fear, pain, panic... all this and more rushes through their brains.

A confused baby noise breaks their paranoid trains of thoughts, and they find Hudson in the last place they would have ever expected. Quinn's jacket. Jo-Lean and Quinn are both, admittedly, very confused as to how they managed to not notice that... but very relieved at the same time. Reunited with their son (even in an unlikely way) the family returns home once more.

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Heya fellas !!! I had to make a blog for one of my class projects so if anyone is interested in keeping up with it feel free to follow!! :]

It’s got Quinn and Jo-Lean in it and their son Hudson !!

Theme and Logline

“Little Bird”

Logline: A newly wed couple move into their first house together, and realize they left the most important thing at their old apartment.

Theme: A short film about the chaos that comes with being new parents, moving, and newly wed all at once. A newly wed couple is moving into their first house together from their old apartment, and in the process of moving the last load they realize they’re missing the most crucial item to their home: their son. A wild goose chase ensues as they try to find their baby through the many stops made from apartment to house. And where they find him is the last place they would have ever expected…