Talvikki Ansel

it’s iron, the bottle crouched on its white pedestal, long beak spout and wide open handle you could see starry sky through. Everybody was doing that new stitch, it had spread far west, oh yes, said Mrs. ______ at Knit & Purl, but how many hats can one person wear? I’d like to be more useful—say apprentice to a bung fitter, or make chipped ice, to hit something (not live) on the head, directly, I’ve not yet seen the Rock Wren though I saw a photo of one inserting pebbles in the airflow pipe of a mine, therein to lay its eggs.