Tiny was out in the woods hunting chestnuts, when a bird flew overhead, a bright-colored bird.
Tiny saw the bird twice before she was certain it was a flicker.
At first it seemed like a golden streak of yellow as it flew by, but when it rested on a low bush, she felt sure there wasn’t any yellow about it. Instead, it was bluish-gray and brown. On its head was the most beautiful crescent of red. Its throat was a warm leaf-brown, specked with polka-dots of black.
Just at Her Feet Lay the Tiniest Little Bit of a Town
“Strange!” thought Tiny, tiptoeing nearer and nearer. “Oh, no, it’s not strange at all. Why, it’s a flicker—a golden-winged woodpecker. Its wings are lined with yellow. Of course it looked like a yellow bird when flying overhead.”
“Wick—wick—wick—wick—follow—me.” The bird flew on a little farther.
“I will catch up soon, birdie!” Tiny called, and hurried to the branch where the bird was sitting.
“Wick—wick!” On and on it flew, Tiny following, when suddenly it disappeared entirely, and there was Tiny miles out in the forest, and not knowing the way back home at all. And not a single thing to eat, either.