Big Bird

'Crane flew never resting along the River above the sky. It flew the highmost heavens and drove down upon the night. At the deepest winter, when the sun could die, it thrust its beak to the dark above the Tor of Ghosts that lay under the star that did not turn.' (Alan Garner, Boneland)
Big Bird usually hangs on the ceiling of my bedroom. But today is a spring cleaning day, so it's flexing its wings in the garden while I give it a dusting.