"Bore dda!" I say to the pretty, young girl who is proprietor of this fine musical mercantile. "I'm your neighbour, the keeper of birds and beasts, and I was looking for a tin whistle. I have mastered the calls for many animals, but some of my winged friends might answer better to a whistle. Especially the Gaelic ones. They have a hard time understanding my native wood-notes; a Gaelic whistle would surely solve that problem for me." I bow and smile, hoping a trade might be agreed upon.