Okay, welcome back everyone! The finished birdhouse is right behind me – it will be revealed in just a moment. Let’s find Miss Feathers and give her a nice surprise, shall we?
Ah, there she is.
“Your head is the perfect perch, Uncle Tibbs,” Feathers said. “I hope you don’t mind that I am sitting here.”
“Not at all,” he replied. “It’s as if I am wearing a fancy hat of some sort. And you keep my head warm!”
“Miss Feathers, I have something to show you,” I said.
She flew down to meet me.
“Miss Feathers, since you are officially staying with us, I would like to present you… with your beary own birdhouse!”
“For me?” she gasped.