[ The problem with magic animals is that they're stupid. Strange had been working on some variation of 'make magical birds out of feathers' ever since he arrived at the carnival. The spell defaulted to chickens for at least a few months (not exactly his proudest moment) but Strange had now managed to turn the feathers into doves. It's as he's turning them back into feathers that Strange realizes wait, he had five birds but now he only has four feathers...that's not good. ]

Yuya, [ he asks, knowing that the kid's in here practicing as well. ] Have you seen—ah. There it is.

[ And Strange turns around to spot that dove just blinking at the two of them with a stupid bird expression on it's face. Strange sighs as he walks towards the high-rise beam. ]

I suppose I should be lucky that they're more magical constructs than actual birds. Otherwise, it might have tried to nest in your hair by now! [ Strange is laughing and joking but that bird...really isn't moving. It's just sitting on the high-rise beam like it's perfectly comfy and doesn't want to move. ]