Nyra looked around from her tree, then flapped higher.
A short scientice walked by, then stoped and looked into the cage.
Punching a few buttons on a Walkie-Talkie, she called Emily to the tank with an ecstatic, "It's Kylee, the boss from Grass. Is this your cage? One of your....Mol-Door is hovering about 17 feet over it's cage."
Nyra looked around happily. The collar they had put on her when she came, a bright yellow, had a microchip in it that, if a special scanner was aimed at it, would tell you her real name, her age, her time here, her gender, and all that other stuff.