Chasing the Drifting Fluff
A tiny gray puff floated right past my beak! I tilted forward and darted after it across the floorboards. Tap, tap, tap went my orange feet! It drifted higher, catching a faint breeze from the hallway. I hopped onto the thick edge of a coiled rope basket to reach it. When I snapped my beak shut, the fluff swirled up and settled softly right onto my wing tip instead. I stayed perfectly still, admiring my new little passenger!