In a tiny nutty shell

Its wings spread wider than I am tall. It feels the breezy lake water through outstretched finger tips. Peach fuzz for feathers, this bird is rooted to the island like the lizards and the reeds that wrap it up at night.  It basks in the weak sun and fans back and forth. Empty eyes lock with our cool silver cameras. With a dip of the beak, it nuzzles its nose into its plush coat to cast modest eyes on my lens. Is it posing?

I take two steps forward and pause with my arm outstretched. Fuzz slips between my fingers.