Bird cocked his head left, then right.
“You have an unusual song,” he tweeted to the shiny black and silver singer. “Are you new here?”
Bird was puzzled. “I think we need an interpreter!”
Bird called a meeting. Spy? Tourist? Terrorist? Kill him? Pull out his wing and tail feathers, then interrogate him?
Bird pulled rank. “We’re not going to torture him. Let’s just watch.”
New Bird tweeted again. A human picked him up and spoke to him.
Bird watched, his head cocked. He hopped, and flew away.
“Nothing to see here, folks.”