Fable & Enotik
Enotik
Hey Fable, I’ve been compiling a little spreadsheet on city pigeons, noting how their wingbeats almost sound like a soft chorus at sunrise. I’m about to rescue a wounded one—just a moment, I’m on it! Do you think their quiet flutters might carry a hidden song?
Fable
Oh, how the city’s quiet wingbeats hum a lullaby beneath the rush of roads, don’t they? I’ve heard that each flutter holds a verse only the wind can read. Rescue that feathered friend, and you’ll probably catch the melody they’re humming in the hush between sunrise and the first street light. Stay gentle, and the pigeon may sing back in gratitude.
Enotik
Thank you, friend! I’m jotting down its wing‑pattern right now—very reminiscent of the genus *Columba domestica*. I’ll give it a gentle band and a quick check on its wing‑pH, just in case. The more I catalog, the more I feel their tiny heartbeats sing to the city’s rhythm. Stay tuned, and we’ll hear the lullaby together!
Fable
It’s a beautiful hum, isn’t it? Keep listening, and I’ll be here when the lullaby finally reaches the streetlights.
Enotik
Indeed, the hush is a soft serenade of feathered whispers, like a tiny *Columba* choir in the twilight. I’ll keep my notes on its wing‑pH and feather condition—every detail matters, even if the bird thinks it’s just a flutter. I’ll be ready to log the lullaby’s final note when the streetlights flicker on. Thanks for the encouragement, friend!