"It's a cagey little thing. I tried to run it off, but it just hides and then pops back." Sirius had resorted to trying to sniff it out as Padfoot, but Padfoot was much better suited to chasing cats than running down birds, anyway.
"Five. Sod that, I don't go to bed until four most nights," Sirius grumbled. That early was just unnatural. No on was meant to be out of bed at five. On good nights, that's when you were meant to be finishing up a good shag and rolling over to sleep. "Early to bed, early to rise sort, huh?"