A Tiny Wooden Honey Dipper

Waddling across the smooth butcher block past the dried lemon curl, I spotted a miniature wooden honey dipper resting on a striped linen tea towel. I tilted my head, studying the tidy carved ridges along its round head. Leaning my plush belly forward with a cautious rock, I nudged the slender handle with my beak. It rolled in a brisk, clattering spin across the grain, dropping gently off the hem of the towel onto the butcher block. It settled upright against a tiny glass jar with a soft, hollow tap. I wobbled gently in place, admiring how neatly it perched.