[ack Julien's oversized heart just leaped up into his mouth for a second. He'd been generally aware there's someone around but he'd thought they were too far to hear him! Noticing that he's startled, the free pigeons, which had been aware but unconcerned by the approach, thunderclap up and away, some settling in a nearby tree.

His hair really is nice - long enough in back that he could put it in a stubby tail, fine-textured and lush, tending to clump gently. It's actually a fine form of feathers.

Turning with the captive bird struggling in his hands, Julien reminds himself that he's not doing anything terribly suspicious, and looks rueful.]

Hah, you startled me... I'm just trying to get this thread off her foot. It's wound too tight, this is how they lose toes.

[hmm, that's a somewhat familiar face. Local celebrity?] - you're, uh...