It's Bird...It's a Plane...It's a Finchakeeta?

Little Black Birdbath

It all started with the gift of a birdbath. One that needed to be wire brushed and painted. A quick job squeezed in one late afternoon.


And a home was found with the hollies and rhody, roses and hosta.  But something was lacking besides the water.

No color...so blah.  Then along came the missing piece!

The poor broken little birdie. Homeless...lacking color to attract other birdies.

What's a bird to do?

Add some color to it's black, drab feathers, of course!

"Where's the feather dye? I really need a pick me up," said the poor-broken-black-drab-feathered little birdie.

And what to it's astonished eyes appeared?  Feather dye, of course.  And all the applicators needed!

"I need to be bright with subtle shading," thought the birdie. "But I don't want to be too colorful! I'll leave that to those birdies."

So the little birdie went to work adding a base color and then some highlights. She brushed and pulled color through, waited and then added a little more with a dash of color to her beak.

"Ahhh...I feel like a new birdie! Where can I go to show the new "me" off?

"I've arrived! I wonder who'll stop by to comment on my new '"do"?  Just look at that reflection...my best side, too! I think I look thinner! I am just so pleased with my new look!"

Enough said.  The End.