Golden Glade Cock-a-doodle-bleep

The sound of an impossibly small voice wrenched Bat from her paroxysms. With wet eyes, she glanced around, looking for its source. It took her a while to look upward and notice the bird perched on a bough overhead. He looked a bit like a gull, with sleek pearlescent feathers and wings dip-dyed in black. It made her heart throb with another wave of homesickness. Bat wondered if this was what drowning felt like.

But there was a niggling curiosity brought on by the bird's presence. Bat swallowed a few times before she managed to speak. "Are you... did you just say something?"