These are all ones I know. I pulsed back something that made birds sick, so I took care of them, so - hey! [he stops leaning on the tree in order to try and dodge another bird that tries to land on him, but it swerves, agile, and manages to get its feet between the collar of his coat and his neck, where it maintains position by flapping and biting his hair, croo-wokwokwoking] - they think they're pets or something.

[He echoed back the virus that uplifts pigeons and makes them sentient. It won't take full effect for several more generations, but...]

[Julien switches to Elvish and tells them they should not attack him, but while lots of little heads tilt they don't see this as an attack. He shifts the one at his neck to his shoulder, where it continues tugging on him.] - no, Sixes, you're messing up my hair...