Hideaway Strath you don't know the power of styrofoam.

Fig shook his head to clear away her thwap. Unperturbed by the abuse, he charged right on with his eagerness to get started on this very important project. He did pause to frown at her as she questioned what it was they were looking for. How did she not know? Towhee and Phox were always talking about coots this and coots that and how they needed to do more cooting. Cooting was what they did now that they lived in the Strath! Cooting and border marking, anyway. Silly, silly Fenny!

"Coots, Fenny! Cooots!" he clarified eloquently, "Like Diggo an' Woo an' dem. Dey're Coots, an' we're gonna go get more!" He watched her hopefully, eager for her to catch on so that they could go do some cooting which sounds dirty the more I write it, but it's not a dirty thing.