Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you mean?
You did… nothing wrong.
[Edgar snores]
[sobs softly]
why on earth do they do that?
What have you done?
My dear little dunlins,
[wind howls outside]
Do you love me?
[wings fluttering]
[child whimpers, sobs]
[unsettling orchestral music]
[woman] To those unfamiliar with the dunlin,
And then something akin to a cloud.
[waves lap shore]
[bird calling]
It's all right, sweetheart. Shh.
What are you doing here in the gloom?
Don't you think that's weird?
-You said you'd come as soon as you could. -I was doing my job.
Let it out, Nance.
Plenty of wood outside. I'll show you where.
How?
[wings fluttering]
[baby coos in distance]
[alarm clock ringing in distance]
[soft moaning in distance]
[wings fluttering]
After all you've been through.
You're a wonder.
Scientists and ornithologists have been trying to find out why for decades.
They are the dark messengers, crisscrossing the twilight sky,
[whispers] I'm recording.
I've been so lost.
[shutter clicks]
Open the door.
[dunlins chirping]
You laugh about it.
And I would love it, I would dearly love it, Edgar,
Do I?
People say they see things here,
Please, Mr. Grieves.
[wind howls outside]
I know.
and the poor falcon goes home hungry.
That's fine.
It's so stuffy in here with the fire.
[sighs]