Morning Preening

Gracie is not a morning bird. Her first glimpse of the day is when the blinds slowly rise. She would rather sleep, but begins to fluff her feathers and preen on this rainy morning. She bends her head for her human companions to preen the top where she can't reach; she is never in any hurry. She stretches her legs, one at a time...stretches her wings, makes little content sounds as she mumbles into her feathers, then something catches her attention and her umbrella goes up...just in time for a rainy day.