On The Second Day of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me...
"What are they?" Angela had managed to catch one of the snowy white creatures while Broadway and Brooklyn frantically waved their arms around and generally terrified the other one into flying to the highest bookshelves in the library. Lexington peered curiously at the little animal and it cooed at him reproachfully.
"Looks like some kind of a bird."
"I could tell that much," Angela said wryly. Lexington shrugged at her. "I meant, what do you think they're doing up here?" To that point the only birds Angela had seen in New York had been in pet shops. Or pigeons. The female shuddered a little. She hated pigeons.
"Gotcha!" In the corner, Brooklyn had managed, by way of sitting on Broadway's shoulders, to trap the other bird safely between his hands.
"Great," Broadway huffed below him, wobbling under the weight of the other gargoyle. "N-now get down."
As it became apparent that the only way the red gargoyle was getting down was if the pair toppled over, Lexington valiantly gathered up the two doves - who seemed much happier together than apart - and retreated to a safe distance.
"Lets go release them in the park," the little gargoyle suggested, watching the birds coo at each other. Angela smiled.
"We'll make a trip of it. Broadway! Why don't we pack a-" The loud crash of two gargoyles slamming into a bookshelf and toppling its contents cut her off. "We should probably clean up a bit before we go."
"Probably," Lexington nodded as his rookery brothers tried, fairly unsuccessfully, to extract themselves from the pile of books. "I'll go find a basket or something for these two."
"And I'll..." Angela waved her hand vaguely in the direction of the mess gargoyles and books. "Right."