[ Ironeye knelt down alongside him, expression softened, attention divided between the gathering flock and Rain. Birds with feathers like emerald scales, crested birds with sky blue masks, bright golden weavers that chattered energetically. Attracted by the commotion, the largest and plumpest pigeon Ironeye had ever seen (and likely ever would again) waddled up, looking ever-expectant and hopeful for a meal. ]

That one is a crowned pigeon. He's especially tame. Not a bone of self-preservation in his body.

[ While some were more shy, another simply hopped down onto the archer's shoulder. ]

...And this one. Quite a menagerie, isn't it? Whoever gathered them all together must have truly cared for them.

[ For all he knew, perhaps some of these birds were treated as pets. Certainly some of the parrots seemed to expect attention as if they were. He reached into his bag again, and took out a few slices of golden fruit for Rain. ]

Here. These are quite popular.