[Oh, dear, France can totally imagine what that must have looked like and it's not pretty.]

I... suppose if keeping the hair kept his spirits up...?

[Everytime he talks to you, France ends up being baffled. He clears his throat, going back to something he does understand.]

If you're interested, I could make a whistle for you. I don't know if the call would be familiar to your Pidgeot, but it might be interesting to try.