fee-yourd or fa-jourd?

His sister was quick to agree that there wasn't going to be any cloud shape admiring this time around, but equally quick to get to work dreaming up an alternative. He watches one pale paw come up to tap thoughtfully at her chin, and moves to mirror the action with an alabaster paw of his own. He can't help smirking to himself at the pure comedy of copying his sister while she isn't looking at him, ready to have her look back over and see him definitely not doing the exact same thing she's doing right now. Finally, she offered up an alternative, though it didn't sound like the same kind of fun game that he had planned.

"Uh, lots." he lied. It was all about the confidence, and the young Klein was nothing if not blindly confident. He followed his sister's gaze up and around them, picking up exactly what she was putting down. They could search for different birds, for now. He wasn't sure how long he could maintain the facade of being a master ornithologist, but he could try. He lifted a forepaw to point at a tiny feathered critter in a tree to their left. "That's a brown-sided flysnatcher." he announced, awfully boldly for someone who had invented the name while the words were still coming out of his mouth.