 She will fly past me on the deck outside, and she looks like a bird. And she comes, flies up to me, banks around, and flies back off. I have a couple orbs in the book, but out of the 70-some pictures, they're all so different, especially the one with the elderly lady I was visiting with where the airliner, the flight 585 crashed. And I was visiting with that elderly lady, and I knew she was there. We were having this marvelous conversation, so I took a picture.