"Right you are. Do you think it would allow me to touch it?"

He steps closer to it- it looks at him as he reaches a hand out cautiously, and as he scratches at its neck feathers it simply stares. Well... that's better than biting his hand off.

"We could let it inside if the weather is bad, surely?" Said as if he doesn't intend to let the bird in every time Emet-Selch isn't around...