How a Bird Sleeps

Exhilarated and exhausted from flying (practicing my heart out and then performing Fauré beautifully!) -- from gathering bits of silver string (composing soundscapes with audio recordings of one creaking swingset and a pair of snipping scissors) -- and from patiently deciding what branch to alight on next. Now it is time for this bird to sigh...and, tucking beak under feathers, sleep.