A Bed of Cedar Spheres ep 64

I waddled back inside across the cool floorboards, eager to leave the dark garden behind and find a roost. Up on the low entryway bench, resting beside a brass key dish, sat a wide wooden bowl filled with smooth cedar balls. I paused three waddles back, cocking my head sideways to verify they would not roll on their own. They stayed completely still. Stepping in with steady resolve, I nudged the nearest sphere with my orange beak—clack! It shifted against its neighbor with a dry, hollow chime, releasing a warm, fragrant cedar scent. Reassured, I climbed right into the bowl, letting the polished spheres nestle beneath my belly as I tucked my beak close.