Keith smiled, "Well if you know where to find birds and the right time hearing their song isn't too hard," he thought for a minute. Peter probobly wasn't up at dawn to hear to morning calls of the birds shouting contently back and forth; although he had to admit he was usually to out of it to understand or actually here the song, "as for the lyrics in an understandable language...not chance sorry..."
Keith thought of a way to describe them, "They have an beaver tail, a duck bill and otter feet," he paused, "the males have poison spikes and although they are mammals they lay eggs; they are a real life honest to god natural chimera," he smiled, "when they were fisrt found English scientists thought it was a joke and tried to pull it apart." A funny story, although the Platypus was dead it still disturbed him in a strange way.
"Dolphins are beutiful aren't they?" Keith used to live by the coast and would sometimes see dolphins, and if not the aquirim was sure to have one. Oh but sharks, they were amazing!
Keith chirped to the bird waiting for his response, "He's about seven or eight making him a mature male," he smiled nodding as George chirped a little longer. He gave a small sigh nodding, he leant against the tree chriping sadly to himself as if he was saying something he did not wish Peter to hear.