“Look, Jessie, it"s a Magnolia Warbler,” the birder whispered. “I see it through the trees.”
“Rare in these parts this time of year,” his companion hissed. “Blackish above with white eyebrow, yellow rump, white tail patches, yellow underneath. Yes, you"re right, Bert. What a find!” She adjusted her binoculars. “What"s that he"s perched on? A hairy tree?”
“My gosh, Jessie, it"s a hairy beast!”
“Should we take a picture of the beast or the bird, Bert?” His companion fumbled with her notepad and camera.
“I don"t know. This is very unusual.”
Errl stood very still. The bird wobbled on his shoulder.
weety-weety-weeteo
What"s that you say, little feathered creature?
Moist coniferous forest. Ideal for me.
What are you?
I fly.
Like airpod?
weety-weety-weeteo. Humans expect no less.
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