The Spinning Ring

I flew out from the desk and fluttered into the bright kitchen, seeking something completely new. Tapping my claws along the cold granite counter, I spotted a shiny gold canning jar ring lying flat next to a glass bottle. I froze, tilting my head sharply left and then upside down to study its bright edge. It stayed quiet. I sidestepped forward and gave the rim a swift flick with my beak. Clatter! It stood up on its side, spun around in three fast, noisy circles, and came to rest cleanly over an orange citrus peel.