I don't think you'll be able to touch them. I mean, you can try, if you like, but I've never actually seen that succeed. [He gets up and stretches, moving toward the wall of the house and beckoning her with him.

Once he feels he's close enough, there's a soft, heavy rustle, and shadows spread behind him, indicating a pair of wings somewhere between twelve and eighteen feet in span. The shadows are pale in the bright sunlight, but the shapes of the primaries are distinct, and when a breeze whistles past, some of the tips seem to ruffle in silhouette.]