Okay, you planted the seeds. Good boy... girl... whatever you are. [She's not going to look to check.] I'm sure if I look over by the breakfast table, I might be able to find you some scraps or a bone.

But there's no need to waste good seed on a bunch of birds. They can find their own food. [Pulling the bag free again.]

And-- Tch. Why am I even talking to it?