There is the sound of gentle guitar strumming...sounds like...Peter Paul and Mary "If I Had A Hammer" and suddenly YardByrd is floating down from above, wings spread wide, talons closed tight, and legs pulled up against his body. He drifts down and his ever faithful, plain brown wooden perch, with a bevel cut on one edge, appears and he lights on it gingerly. The platinum "YB" medallion around his neck is glowing a pronounced rose color and you hear a deep, smooth, male, Latin, voice translating for him:
"Hail, lauds and greetings DaveP! I had to flyby and say how happy I was to get to meet you in person last Saturday! I also failed to mention that I play the guitar; who knows maybe I'll pick up my acoustic after these many years of not playing. I hope I'll meet you again sometime soon. CAW!"
There is a loud pop and suddenly YardByrd, and his perch, have vanished.