Heron Lake Plateau another five more short graybles

It made sense. The bird probably had its own language too, but it would've been something more useful for someone with working ears; somehow though, the two vastly different entities had found common ground. If it worked for them, could it work for him? Screech wondered about this as he listened, but she seemed distracted - peering over his head at the oncoming hawk, and Screech turned when he heard the branch shift softly behind him. There was X, poised impatiently with the sun gleaming across his ruddy feathers.

Towhee called to the hawk, and then asked Screech a question he didn't expect — he turned to regard her as soon as the request was uttered, a little surprised and unable to hide it, but he acquiesced quickly: Okay, although he had to catch up to Towhee in the next moment, as she was already on her way and not keen to go easy on him. Wait up -- !