Good birdie. [how odd! What an interesting mystery! Perhaps there was some sort of circus she didn't know about? She checks the newspaper but doesn't see one and it is likely too late to call the zoo... but she can't exactly keep him in the library. Hmm. She picks up the phone and dials, waiting for Spock's notoriously faulty answering machine to pick up]

Anata, if you get this, I need you to pick up a large birdcage on your way home. I seem to have an unexpected visitor and I can't quite make out who he belongs to.

[she checks the bird's wing for any kind of identification or tag]