Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Faolán didn't actually like birds! No more than anyone else, that is. They were just...birds. They flew. Some were really pretty! But he didn't know anything about them beyond that, and he could count on one hand the names of birds he actually knew.
So, mentally flailing, he latched onto the first name he could think of.
"Actually, it was a raven!" he said. Oh God. Hopefully that wasn't too obvious! "It...had something in its beak."