That receives A Look and a mutter that sounds suspiciously like I'll flap your arms, but then he turns and walks over to a nearby tree, a northern whitecedar, and picks up some of the seeds from the ends of the evergreen branches.

So, when Oleander finally joins him near where the blackbird is still trilling higher up in the tree, he throws the seeds on the ground and mimics the same kind of trilling noise — and it's not half-bad, as far as blackbird impressions go.

"Let's back up a little," he says then, quietly. "It won't come down if we're this close."