It was morning — time for her friends to call. Silver tapped the window. His head as bright as hers, he was always a delight. The reverend’s stiff white collar looked tattered round the edges, and Armless ‘Arry stumbled into Jed with the crooked leg. She fed them all.
“Keep the noise down. Dirty creatures,” shouted the neighbor from downstairs. “One day. One day.”
It was a threat, probably, but she smiled back, thinking “One day, one day.”
And one day Jed did what birds do, all over the neighbor’s smart shoulder, but it wasn’t her fault. “Here Jed. More bread?”