An out-of-focus hand opens a wooden box to reveal the Saw-whet Owl inside. The camera is square to the box, framed like a Wes Anderson shot, and captures the owl standing atop a blue sheet of foamy material. A right leg is outstretched, as if mid-strut. The owl's eyes watch the hand on the wooden lid hinged above, with an expression a little dazed and dazzled. No longer poked at by humans, the owl is free to fly away.

A Saw-whet Owl is centre of frame with their legs lightly held in the volunteer's right fist. Their left hand holds a panel about the size of a playing card but half as wide next to the owl's face. The panel contains 4 shades of yellow ranging from pale ale to lemon orange Sparkling Duet, each numbered to help register the pigment of the owl's eyes.

The owl has an outstretched wing on a tabletop beneath the violet glow of a blacklight. A volunteer holds the owl's feet in one hand, and fans the feathers of the wing with the other. The tube light fluoresces the scene like a rave, highlighting the person's polished fingernails in brilliant white and the owl's feathers in a cosy red and pink. Although open, the owl's eyes are dark, and what little light is reflected in them is unexpectedly brighter inside the pupil than the surrounding iris, giving the owl a ghostly supernatural look.

A Saw-whet Owl's head pops out of a glacier-blue pouch. The owl is held by a volunteer wearing an orange long-sleeve top, whose giant hand in the foreground gives a sense of scale of how small these creatures are. It's a night shot, but the subject is well lit against the dark. The owl's eyes are near-perfect concentric circles of black pupils inside green-yellow irises, focussed just above the camera. This one's feathers are white to ashy-brown.