"I wouldn't be so bold as to lay ownership to any of the birds here," Ishiah smiles, reaching into the small pouch he's brought along and holding out a crust of dry bread, in case she should like to feed the birds as well. "Back in Manhattan, I was caretaker of dozens, but they were raised in captivity and thus needed the support. Here, I can't say the same, so they are my companions and nothing else."

He carefully folds his legs in the lotus position, elbows resting momentarily on his knees. "My name is Ishiah. It's a pleasure to meet such an avid avian fan. Most people here seem to prefer dogs and cats. Wolves too, inexplicably."