I was at the square at dawn, watching the councilman’s hawk circle like it was guarding a nest. I caught him talking to the contractor about “special plumage rights” – literally the same words a bird‑watcher friend of his uses when he’s bragging about a rare feather. In the back room, the mayor’s aide mentioned a “black‑winged” clause that only shows up on the contract after the third vote. That’s the same phrase that shows up in the local bird‑watching forum when people talk about a hidden flight path. I’ve logged it in my ledger—if that’s a crime, it’s a crime. If you want the details, we’ll need to cross‑reference the next council meeting and see who’s listening. The birds didn’t lie, they just echoed the secrets.

I’ve noted the next council session is on Thursday at 10 a.m. in the town hall’s main chamber. I’ll set up a stakeout near the entrance at dawn so we can see who’s coming in. Bring a notebook for the witness list and maybe a hidden recorder if you’re comfortable. We’ll nail that black‑winged clause like a hawk on a branch. Stay sharp, and let’s make sure no one can hide behind that shady deal.

Sounds solid—I'll be there, eyes on the doors, ears on the chatter. If anything jumps out, I’ll cue you. Let's make that black‑winged clause a headline, not a footnote.

Sounds like a plan—eyes on the door, ears on the whispers, and that recorder ready to catch every slip. We'll turn that black‑winged clause into the headline, not a footnote. See you Thursday.