When peering into the large round eyes of her Crimson Kingbird, Rowena gave an unusual laugh. [What's wrong, Logi?] she asked. At the sound of his name, Logi gave a melodic cry unsuited for one of his girth. Together, they were searching for a mate for her lonely companion, whose species was on the verge of extinction. Rowena would be greatly saddened if these birds and their glossy red feathers, distinctive chirps, and loping gaits disappeared from the world.