Three Heads, One Perch

A tiny shiver ran down my middle neck! My left head blinked first, whispering, 'Look!' then my right head leaned over to inspect the tall, striped beak towering beside us. 'Is it a mountain? A friend? A perch?' my middle head chimed in. We took a wobbly step together, our little paws tapping against the smooth ground. Reaching upward, my right snout gently bumped against the creature's folded wing claw. It stayed completely still, like a great guardian ridge. We fluttered our wings and nestled happily against its side.