[Therion's nearly convinced the birds can understand him, even if the understanding isn't mutual; they just ignore him. With an irritated grunt he turns to keep going down the road at last, turning his back on the apple sprouts and their mystery. He attempts to shake off the birds and the squirrel yet again as they go.]
Either that or pick something songbirds don't eat.
[But doing it away from Therion and his entourage is probably easier.]
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Either that or pick something songbirds don't eat.
[But doing it away from Therion and his entourage is probably easier.]
... at least you can have endless apples.