[ She pauses, staring at the birds... Then, after a thoughtful pause, holds out her arm.

...A bird, identical to the one she was petting, flutters down onto her arm. Then another, perhaps the one sitting, and another-- until the whole flock, or what could fit, is perched on her arms and head.

Exactly the same, down to the tiny filaments of their feathers and the littlest fleck of color. ]