[ Fenimore looks at the bag, uncertain. While she's been feeding him birdseed, she knows that wild peepits are willing to attack people. Some kind of omnivore? (Not that she knows the word.) Would the sunflower seeds be as attractive to something that seems to eat whatever it darn well feels like? ]
I'm not sure if it --
[ There's a rustle as the kneehigh chick hops to a lower branch -- though still much too high to reach -- and peers down at them. It seems that its attention has been caught. ]
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I'm not sure if it --
[ There's a rustle as the kneehigh chick hops to a lower branch -- though still much too high to reach -- and peers down at them. It seems that its attention has been caught. ]
...I could be wrong, though.