This is the wing of a Roseate Spoonbill.  

I do believe that God was having a grand time on the day HE created this bird.  It is the strangest looking bird, but, oh, it has the most beautiful feathers! Pink, and what a glorious pink it is.  Shades of pink, enough to make any girl's heart flutter!

Feathers fascinate me, and pink ones?  They are the ultimate in feather wonder. Why do I mention pink feathers on a very funny looking bird tonight?  Perhaps because sometimes that is how I feel, beautifully bedecked and yet somehow ackwardly misfit. Isn't self-consciousness a hard thing to juggle?

Ah, I take comfort in the fact that the Spoonbill is completely unaware of his or her misfitedness in the world of avians. We could learn some lessons from this humble and strange bird.  

• Use your strangeness to the best of your ability, make the world a better place.  
• Sift your opportunities with wild abandon, as he sifts the water for fish. 
• Raise that wing, who cares if a feather or two are broken, the wing still flaps and will lift you high. 

Ah, Spoonbill, or Rosie, as the case may be, thank you for your simple lessons, you never let vanity get in your way. 

                                       

Peace, B