The south-eastern Australian sclerophyll forests. You hear a bird calling in the trees—'kwik kweek-kwik'—a rapid series that creates a piping melody; similar to that of a wind chime.

Of course. You had to stare at the bird—a Crimson Rosella—that made the tranquil call... perhaps, stared too much. There, the crimson rosella in canopy noticed your unrestrained gaze at it, causing it to tense up and pause with its calling.

The Crimson Rosella, attempting to catch a glimpse of you down below, but also too afraid to directly look at you, perched there silently. Stunned, in a weird mid-calling pose.

You see the Crimson Rosella open its beak, and you hear the muttered words: "Uhh... i-is-is e-everything alright there, uh- mate...?", with a tone of slight discomfort within it.

The Crimson Rosella looks ready to take off into flight, even if just a leaf crunched.