My mother says I have to learn to preen and groom myself. She’s sitting up in the walnut tree, watching for danger while I fix up my feathers.
I’ll start with my throat and shoulders.
Then the right armpit …
and the left armpit.
Looks like that one needs a better job done on it. I think I broke out in a sweat when that crow flew over. Better give myself an extra preening there.
What are you looking at? Can’t a bird have any privacy?
Oh, I see! You think I made that mess on the fence rail? I have no idea how that got there.
Just check that shoulder again.
Now this one is really tricky. You have to be able to bend a lot. No problem for me!
One last good stretch to help my wing muscles grow,
and I’ll be soaring with the falcons. Well, maybe not the falcons, but soon I’ll be able to keep up with mom and dad.
Here I go!