Sylvia really likes birds. Since he came to Earth, he was incredibly fascinated with the creatures. They were so different from all the other animals, after all, they could fly, and there were so many different types. His favorites are blue jays and cardinals, though he's only seen both once or twice. Currently, he was sitting on the walkway of a park (not at all regarding those who were trying to walk) and was joyfully feeding the birds pattering about. Deciding he didn't just want to throw the scraps of bread, he held out his hand instead, sitting completely still while waiting for a bird brave enough to come eat the crumbs right from his hand. What he anticipated was quicker than he thought, and he was staring down at the bird intensely as it reached forward with its beak and--bit his finger. Frowning, Sylvia pulled his hand back and muttered a low. "Ouch." Quite honestly, he felt betrayed.