[Smiling, he closes the book that he was previously reading and taking full attention to him he brushes his fingers across the rim of his plumage.]
Ah, yes. Of course, winter is quickly approaching us isn’t it? I must thank you for making such movement for us both.
And because of all this I’m assuming you’re not going to migrate?
[He blinks his big ol' green eyes and hops down from his head to land on one of his arms, ruffling his feathers and leaning up into his brushies. He does like brushies.]
I don't think I'm going to.
I don't really have any family that I keep in contact with--not that they're dead or anything, but we're not that close. Besides, it's nice here. And you'd be all alone in the cold if I did.
It's a lot comfier here than down south, anyway.









