After circling above the beach for some minutes and seeing other birds carrying out their hunts, Copahue decides that it'll be very hard to land a good fish anytime soon, what with the Swellow getting all the nice catches. Henceforth, the Fearow decides that he is going to try a clever thing and pass the same Goldeen from before as another fish, for which he goes to the shore and gets it a little bit wet.
Copahue lands by the birdhouse five minutes afterwards to notice Harriet lining the couple's nest again. The Honchkrow turns around to look at him and examine the "new" catch.
Copahue: <Dinner~> -- chuckles.
Harriet -tilts her head: <…Uhm... that fish...>
Copahue lowers his head too as Harriet comes closer, he sees she looks like she was more worried than usual.
Harriet: <…That's the best you could get? I need very healthy fish.>
Copahue -feels a bit hurt: <Uhm... I-I try to fish what I can. It's not like I brought the same fish again...>
-beat-
Harriet: <…Did you bring the same fish again?>
Copahue: <…No?> -- shakes wings nervously.
Harriet -looks down the fish and up at him: <It looks like the same. It even has the same expression!>
Goldeen: <×_×>
Harriet: <See?> -- frowns.
Copahue: <Uhm... well, I… they…> -- lowers head.
Copahue picks up the fish and retreats a couple of steps. He looks back to the sea, the sun already about to set down which means getting good fishes will be much harder. Harriet looks at the sea and seems to understand, but still shoves him a little.
Harriet -nuzzleshoves the Fearow: <At least try to get a better fish. One with muscle and bright scales. Please?>
Copahue: <I-I'll try...> -- sighs.
Copahue turns around and flies away again, feeling hurt by Harriet's refusal of his prey. The Honchkrow meanwhile returns to her nest, shifts around uncomfortably, looks at it for some moments and decides to get out and line the nest for the third time in a day.
“Thou hast forgotten the face of thy Lord. Remember, mortal, and fear pet me.”