He sounded like he knew birds some, Rosario thought. Like, she saw birds all the time, on the park trails and during the handful of times she'd been out to the mountains, and she'd never thought about actively looking for them or reading up on them. They were just there.
Cathal was offering out the bag of chirotis, but her mind was still half on the warbler. "It's weird," she said as she selected a pastry. "I musta seen one of 'em before, you know, I've lived here my whole life, but I never actually noticed it. Kinda makes you wonder what other stuff we all missing on the everyday." She bit into the chiroti, found it flaky and sweet, with a hint of some kind of spice she couldn't place. "Oh damn, that's good."