"Maybe," Lucy agrees. "Or maybe not. I don't know enough either way."
She narrows her eyes, trying to get a clearer look. Whether it's Dunamis or feather-body-language or just being used to how birds act, she's getting a decided sense that these birds are incredibly cranky. Maybe it's from the young woman's attempts, maybe they're just the kind of bird who'd cheerfully unload their droppings on a freshly polished car. They remind her of some of the high-ranking military officers she's met, in fact.
And that gives her an idea.
"Have you tried offering them something better?" Lucy suggests. "Maybe a roof that has better protection from prowling cats, or somewhere with more places to build nests. Or both."
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She narrows her eyes, trying to get a clearer look. Whether it's Dunamis or feather-body-language or just being used to how birds act, she's getting a decided sense that these birds are incredibly cranky. Maybe it's from the young woman's attempts, maybe they're just the kind of bird who'd cheerfully unload their droppings on a freshly polished car. They remind her of some of the high-ranking military officers she's met, in fact.
And that gives her an idea.
"Have you tried offering them something better?" Lucy suggests. "Maybe a roof that has better protection from prowling cats, or somewhere with more places to build nests. Or both."