Ah, the universal language of Ain't It Awful! All right, good luck!

Pinion lay down on the grass beside the parakeets' fence with a rather showy huff. "Langoustine's such a grouch!" it said, then looked up at the small cluster of parakeets in the branches above.

They watched the flamingo warily. "Oh," said one eventually.

"I bet you don't get the same with your leader," continued Pinion.

The response was mostly along the lines of polite disagreement: "Oh, Sunset's fine," and, "Well, we've got nothing to grumble about really.".

Pinion fluffed up its feathers and slowly let them fall. "I just wish I knew what's wrong. Ever since I was little..." It trailed off as it noticed the parakeets starting to inch away. Finally it snorted. "It's fine," the flamingo said, standing up fast enough that the parakeets flew away in a burst of activity. It balefully watched them retreat into the gloom falling over the cages, and finished its sentence knowing perfectly well that no bird was listening any more. "Nobody does."

Well, that's quite the dead-end. Pinion needs to make a decision from here but there are so many that I had to put them all in the next step of the adventure. Want to check it out?