Lomdi looked at Kauaa. Such ordinary black and grey feathers. So plain compared to the parrot or the peacock. And when Lomdi thought of Kauaa's voice, he shuddered. How often had Kauaa's harsh cawing disturbed his sleep. But now, this plain bird sat on the tree top with the roti in her beak. How was he to get it? 
 lʊkt æt . sʌtʃ ɔɹdʌnɛɹi blæk ʌnd ɡɹeɪ fɛðɜ˞z. soʊ pleɪn kʌmpɛɹd tu ðʌ pɛɹʌt ɔɹ ðʌ pikɑk. ʌnd wɛn  θɔt ʌv 'ɛs vɔɪs, hi ʃʌdɜ˞d. haʊ ɔfʌn hæd 'ɛs hɑɹʃ  dɪstɜ˞bd hɪz slip. bʌt naʊ, ðɪs pleɪn bɜ˞d sæt ɑn ðʌ tɹi tɑp wɪð ðʌ ɹoʊti ɪn hɜ˞ bik. haʊ wɑz hi tu ɡɛt ɪt? 
 Indian's voice is very clear and very close-sounding, with a monotone delivery and a moderate pace.