Not for nothing, though, was Harry the youngest Seeker in a century. He had a knack for spotting things that other people didn’t. After a minute’s weaving about through the whirl of rainbow feathers, he noticed a large silver key that had a bent wing, as if it had already been caught and stuffed roughly into the keyhole.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
J. K. Rowling
A feather blew across the ground to him. It was not a crow’s. Too long, too hard, too tapering. The quill that had rooted it to the dragon’s flesh was black, and hard as flint. In all his life, he’d neither heard nor dreamed of dragon feathers.
No Such Thing as Dragons
A father ostrich’s protectiveness now surged through him. He rose and spread his sheltering wings. He was ready to run and, if need be, fight.
The Emperor’s Ostrich
June 3 is National Egg Day! How do you like your eggs? We like ours MAGICAL.
Little egglet on your own,
Have your mom and daddy flown?
Don’t worry–you are not alone!
We’ll find you a good safe home
―The Secret Destiny of Pixie Piper by Annabelle Fisher
The smell from the biscuits seemed to fill the room, fill the world, and when she wiped them with a small cloth smeared with butter so the hot biscuits shone, the smell grew even more powerful. He swallowed again and again, and she smiled and handed him a biscuit split that she’d filled with honey, so hot he almost couldn’t hold it, but he ate it and could think of nothing else then. Just the biscuit and the honey and the butter.