The Bird Crawled Out of His Feathers

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“Dad,” said the little guy with hot chocolate all over his face, “do you know where the Robin Hood Meadow is?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a big pile of feathers laying there. I think a bird crawled out of his feathers,” he announced.

“Yes, a bird crawled out of his feather!” chimed in the four year old.DSCN2103[1] 

He had even more hot chocolate on his face, including a new “hot chocolate eyebrow”.

“You mean like when a snake crawls out of his skin?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“I saw that pile of feathers,” I announced. “I think a bear or a fox ate him.”

“Yes, but there’s no blood around there!” Chocolate Boy #1 insisted.

“You’ve got a good point there,” I admitted. “Is he growing new feathers?”

“Yep.”

“Well,” I decided, “if any birds are walking around without big feathers, they’d better fly south so they don’t freeze.”

Gary Larson of The Far Side wrote about the strange things that several pots of coffee do to you in the morning. Dutch hot chocolate must not be far behind.