...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Friday, February 17
He's standing in the middle of a puddle up to his orange ankles. He dips his head beak first into the water and arches upwards. A ripple of dog-like shaking starts in his neck and chest and moves outwards to the tips of his wings. The drops fly and glitter in the sunshine. He performs the same dance over and over, grinning like a fool.