George watched as the spirit settled himself into a tree. Or well, settled as much as a floating specter could settle into a base of a tree. He waited to see what the spirit should say next though supposed he really just ought to leave since it was clear this wasn't true distress on the spirits part.

George was not without brains, he was able to surmise what the ghost was talking about thanks to the couplet. "A bird," he supplied.A type of falcon, he assumed. Where on earth was he meant to find and capture one of those? Capturing a living one was hard, a ghost one would be next to impossible.