Asking Wing's advice.
[Jack fills the little tray of seed just outside the cottage door, waiting for the flocks of starlings and swallows to come racing in to help themselves.] Would one of you do me a kindness? Would one of you ask Wing to come by when he has time?
[Talking to the birds always makes him feel a little silly, like a Disney princess but they always seem to understand clearly enough.]
[Talking to the birds always makes him feel a little silly, like a Disney princess but they always seem to understand clearly enough.]