He stop momentarily to look up at the birds, bobbing his head around to get a better view. "You think this is their home then?" He beats his wings a bit to see if the other birds react, a bird of prey making big movements usually means death for them after all.

When they do not even so much as chirp of screech in his direction, Bishop tilts his head with mild curiosity. "Certainly seems that way." A beat. "Want me to try and catch and eat one of them? Maybe the presence of an active predator might scare them off."