I watched a pigeon shower in the rain today. She puffed herself up, stretched a wing, and worked the drops deliberately into her wingpit feathers.

Where have you been all my life?

Later, Will wrote: 

I’m on my run in the afternoon sun (yes, it rhymes) and just saw a crow collect some downy feathers from the ground. Presumably for a nest he’s working on. And the first thought that came to my mind was “why don’t you use your own fucking downy feathers?”

Crows: very different game.