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The area around the top of the cage was not very big, as the bars curved inward to meet at the middle where the sand poured from. But as she flew past the stream, trying to sing in a manner that would slow the sand and not upset the birds, she could see a slight lessening of the flow. She had to cut close to the stream, perhaps hover only feet from it to keep the sound noticiable to the hidden microphone... but how long could she keep herself there, singing? The stream wouldn't stop, not with the level of noise she had to keep to so the birds wouldn't attack her. It would become a waiting game.