Night Chime Inspection

A soft clatter echoed right above! I gripped the knobby vine, paused, and hopped up onto the lip of a hanging bamboo stalk. It wobbled slightly, so I steadied my feet. Inside the open rim sat three smooth, speckled river pebbles tucked into dried fibers. Curious! I leaned in close, tapping the edge with my beak. Clack! A deep, hollow note chimed out, vibrating right through my toes. Perfect resonance. I nestled against the dry curve, perfectly sheltered for the night.