So, I'm watering K's plants in the back yard, one of which is a hanging spider plant type thing in a pot about six inches in diameter. I'm about to pour when I notice something furry inside the plant.
Being a coward, I call K over. We gawk for a moment, and K tips the plant toward her for a better look.
The furball moves. "Oh, shit!" I cry.
"Hello, little guy," says K; the furball was in fact a featherball, a small bird who is now poking his head up, blinking like an infant awoken from a pleasant nap.
Suddenly present of mind, I say, "Camera." And immediately (I guess it was shutter-shy) the bird disappears, flapping away into the trees.
God, that would have been a beautiful shot. What a great way to end the day.
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