the balance of the blue jay

Somewhere nearby Strawberry tweeted a soft song of her own, only in much fewer words. Spirit's wide blue gaze scanned the treeline, further widening when he heard a call of warning. "Y-y-you can talk," he stammered out dumbly, sounding awestruck at the prospect as he finally spotted the blue jay perched not far from him, tilting her head as she looked down at him. "Y-your song, it was lovely!" Spirit seemed equal parts terrified and astonished at the fact that a bird was talking to him. Even his Strawberry didn't talk to him - and suddenly he feared maybe she just hadn't wanted to. He'd have to think on that one later. "I-I've never met a bird who could talk. Or one wanted to, maybe," Spirited rattled off, sounding a bit nervous and completely bewildered at this little creature.