"Can't help but say good things! He's gorgeous! Ya don't see many birds around like him. I ain't seen nothin' but those pretty, brainless, singin' birds and tha fat ole pigeon types. They ain't like normal birds, they seem off...maybe I'm just relieved that there's finally a little of home in a regular bird." She shrugged her shoulders. Birds weren't really her thing, but she had a soft spot for animals of all kinds.
Casting a glance around at the street, Harley considered their location. "Can ya get used to it? Don't take offense but ya don't seem tha city type. It ain't a bad thing, ya just seem....outta place here."