Downy Feathers

Falcon Chick

When I awoke my eyes opened on two gray eyes in a white stroobly head. Small pinfeathers were sticking out of the stroobly down, like feathers in an Indian quiver. The blue beak curled down in a snarl and up in a smile.

“Oh, Frightful,” I said, “you are a raving beauty.”

My Side of the Mountain
Jean Craighead George

George, Jean Craighead - My Side of the Mountain

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