"Standard Sydney morning," he thought, as the light finally turned green.
The bird didn't blink. It just let out a dry, rattling honk.
The Ibis watched. It hopped down from the bin, landing with a heavy thud on the pavement. It took a step forward, the phone screen glowing against its beak.
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