[ He unfolds his arms to hold them out, as if to say 'what do you expect me to do?' (Or maybe just 'come at me, bro.')
As the new arrivals join the fray, the remaining handful of birds begin to falter — a couple of them are put to sleep, and land on the ground in small heaps of feathers. The last few seem to rethink their strategy and take their leave of the whole mess, winging up and away.
Dave and Rose are left with only the few that are now asleep, scattered on the ground. ]
Action;
As the new arrivals join the fray, the remaining handful of birds begin to falter — a couple of them are put to sleep, and land on the ground in small heaps of feathers. The last few seem to rethink their strategy and take their leave of the whole mess, winging up and away.
Dave and Rose are left with only the few that are now asleep, scattered on the ground. ]
... Not bad.