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When Aunt Fin admitted that she didn't know what kind of bird they were looking at, Orca simply nodded speculatively. As far as she was concerned, her godmother knew everything, and if she wasn't sure what to call this creature it was because it was weird. So in a way, it was the bird's fault -- at least in Orca's mind.

She watched it for a few seconds without moving, admiring its feathers and oddly-shaped beak, and when Finley suggested that they try to get a closer look she nodded eagerly. She didn't want to speak aloud and risk scaring it off. So she crept forward a few inches, then paused and looked to Aunt Fin for guidance.