A Little Feathered Friend and the Stories They Hold You know, it’s funny how sometimes the smallest things spark the biggest ideas, isn't it? I remember a blustery autumn day, years back now, when I was trying to fold one of those enormous, unwieldy road maps – the kind you almost need a compass and a packed lunch just to refold properly. My niece, bless her cotton socks, was sitting next to me, meticulously drawing a tiny, winding path on a scrap of paper, completely absorbed in her own little adventure. She looked up, her eyes wide with curiosity, and asked, ‘Uncle, what if you could wear yo...
