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"I desperately search the branches but see nothing. “Prim?” I say pleadingly. I hear her but can't see her. Her next wail rings out, clear as a bell, and there's no mistaking the source. It's coming from the mouth of a small, crested black bird perched on a branch about ten feet over my head. And then I understand.

It's a jabberjay."

Chapter 24, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

Well I've given you enough mockingjays [link] Here's my take on a jabberjay. Rereading Catching Fire and just got to this scene last night, its one that always sticks out in my mind. I'd eventually like to illustrate the scene with Finnick, Katniss, and the birds, but for now here's the mutt's design.

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"I desperately search the branches but see nothing. “Prim?” I say pleadingly. I hear her but can't see her. Her next wail rings out, clear as a bell, and there's no mistaking the source. It's coming from the mouth of a small, crested black bird perched on a branch about ten feet over my head. And then I understand.

It's a jabberjay."

Chapter 24, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

Well I've given you enough mockingjays [link] Here's my take on a jabberjay. Rereading Catching Fire and just got to this scene last night, its one that always sticks out in my mind. I'd eventually like to illustrate the scene with Finnick, Katniss, and the birds, but for now here's the mutt's design.