"This? ... Naw... This? ... Naw."
A gust of wind put off by a passing car ruffled the light, fluffed feathers of the misty hued Pidge. Yield on Green was out scavenging and was rather close to the road that ran across the bridge, under which her flock called home. The two-legged pink things called humans were horrible about chunking things from their metal machines, so there was hardly a better place to pick through garbage.
She plucked a silver wrapper from the litter, but promptly dropped it in favor of an old watch with a cracked face. The silver thing was still running and ticking, but hardly useful to any human.
"Ih' w'h 'o, 'hi'y" She said cheerfully through a full beak. She did not quite know what the thing was, but she was curious.
