Spreading wings

A funny thing happened to me on the way home from work tonight. I was in the mess of traffic which usually occupies the Bar Ilan junction in rush hour, when I saw a bird passing smoothly across my line of sight; what looked like a white cockatoo. But this bird did not fly. It was inside a little red car (an old model Peugeot), perched on the top of the back of the driver’s seat. At first I thought it was a stuffed dummy. but as the car crossed in front of me, the bird walked across the top of the driver’s seat. Then back again. You could have knocked me over with a feather. A cockatoo feather.