“Is it her?” “I dunno. It could be.” “She looks sorta like him.” “How would you know? You weren’t even hatched back then.” “I studied the pictures of him. I’m smart and I pay attention.” “Uh huh. When’s your mate’s hatch date again?” Livingston glared at the three herring gulls next to him on the roof of the construction trailer. “Guys? If you don’t mind? We’ve got a job to do.” The gulls turned their bills back to the construction site. It was fun watching Humans build their homes. So many to build a house for so few. Ridiculous. Avians were much better architects. “So how we gonna do this?” “I dunno. They want some DNA, whatever that is. I don’t see any on her.” “If you don’t know what it is, how do you know she doesn’t have any?” “Guys!” Livingston stomped his foot. “Listen up. Nardo, you take the sandwich. Ace, you get the chips. Deuce, go for the soda. I’ll take the hair.” “Hair?” Three yellow bills dropped open with decidedly fishy smells.
