<If you didn't want to range as far as it sounds like you do I'd say come back to a central location with someone keeping time for you every few minutes. Since you do - you could set out an hour and fifteen minutes before sunset and head back "home" when the sun starts to go down to allow time.>
<Okay. I'm gonna demorph in a bit. What can you tell me about the pigeon mind besides it really liking to be home, guys?>
<It's got some of that same alertness I got from the Andalites, but a little different,> says Trouble. <I'm not that worried right now, but I get the sense I could be if, say, there were any hawks nearby. Not too bothered by loud noises or people walking by, but when there's real danger, haul ass! That's what I'm getting. And food, pigeons are really into food.>
"Yeah, sure," she says, when she's done. "I'll get you some bread."
She gets some bread. She tears it into crumbs for her enthusiastic sister.
Ethan and Robin come barreling up out of the basement and dive on the breadcrumbs.
Bella snickers, dispenses two slices of bread, and then takes pigeon notes.
When the bread is all gone, Robin and Ethan nestle down next to each other on the floor and coo.
Write write write. Occasional glances at the clock and neutral mentions of how long it's been.
Trouble is the first one to say, <C'mon guys, we can snuggle some more when we're human again.> He flutters back down to the basement. Robin and Ethan follow.
Andi follows them. She is home! Those are her friends! They are all pigeons! They should be close together.
<...Andi, do you want to be here while we all demorph? I wouldn't figure you would. Because of, you know, the clothes thing.>
<Huh? Oh. I guess.> She walks a few steps, bobbing her head as pigeons do, then manages to fly away from them upstairs.
"Morphing is gross," declares Robin. "But being morphed isn't so bad."
"It was certainly a change," says Ethan. "Shall we get dressed and go back upstairs?"
Upstairs, Andi has demoprhed already, and is sprawled in an armchair.