Joan is the smoother of ruffled feather, literally and figuratively.
A Flock member gets blown across the yard? Joan is the first one to pick the bird up and check for bent wing tips. One Flock member thinks another member took more than their fair portion of the suet ball? Joan leads a feelings sharing session ending with hugs and high fives.
Don’t ever make the mistake of equating nurturing with mild though. Threaten one of her own and she turn ferocious. Like the time the falcon flew too close to the roost.
Before anyone could stop her, Joan took off like a shot out of canon. Landing on the raptor’s back, clinging for dear life, Joan pecked at his head until he begged for mercy. With one final poke and a stern admonishment to keep to the other side of the forest, she let the poor beast be.
The entire Flock is her family, and she cares deeply for each one.