Slack Jaw About The Jackdaw

(I work as a summer guide in an old museum church. The wooden church has no electricity and it’s pretty much in the same condition as it would have been 100 or 200 years ago. A lot of jackdaws live on the roof and in the bell tower and they get pretty loud sometimes. A group of customers is leaving and they stand on the stairs outside while I stay inside behind the counter. We have this conversation through the open door:)

Customer #1: “Are those jackdaws?”

Me: “What? Oh, the noise. Yes, they are jackdaws.”

Customer #1: “Some kind of tape.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer #1: “A tape.”

(I begin to wonder if there is tape left by the gardeners in the churchyard, though I don’t remember seeing any when I arrived to work.)

Me: “Umm… What?”

Customer #1: “There’s some kind of tape.”

Me: “…?”

(Finally, her friend joins the conversation:)

Customer #2: “No, they are real birds.”

(Apparently, the customer thought we have a recording that starts playing jackdaw noises when someone walks the stairs.)