Chapter three of birdy’s Bildungsroman recounts the freeing of feathers from nest’s nurturing nuzzles.
When wing’s warping requires mending—with no nurses near, layman of the janitorial persuasion MacGyver’s ave aid.
Flight’s retry, augmented with ameliorated angst, finds flapper alighting upon apex article of amadou.
“Up a daisy, chickadee,” encourages the not-madded hatted—whilst finger is proffered as perch for new friends’ ascension to a view for a will. ; )