So you fly out onto some dead wood in the middle of the river to catch some rays and maybe reorganize the ol’ feather collection. Preen here. Pluck the down there. Zip those barbs back in line. It’s a time consuming job with thousands of feathers to account for.
Finally, all finished. Time to go find some lunch down river.
And you thought you had it bad when you stepped out of the convertible?
Until next time, keep click’n.