I'm walking, on a hill above a city, like a park, with a lot of trees and nature, but not a wild place, more like a city park. A couple of birds land on me, like parakeets and cockatiels, domesticated birds that escaped from their owners. They just seem to seek me out.

One is this old wise bird, who has built this little cabin around himself using leaves, that just travels with him. He says some wise words to me from inside his little natural enclosure.

Somebody else comes by and asks me about these birds that are now on my shoulders, and I say I don't know, they just come to me.