I wouldn't pretend about something like this, Anise. [He knows wings are serious business after all... though he might be pretending not to be as tired as he is right now, which is why he'll walk back into his room and sit on the edge of his bed with a sigh.]

[But hey, he's always tired, so it's not like that's something out of the ordinary!]

A few of them said it could just be molting. It's the same thing birds go through at a certain time of the year. Old feathers fall out and new ones grow in to replace them. Though I've never had something like this happen before...