Why Basket Bows Point Home — Under the daisy slope’s warm buzz, Pippa tucked a blue ribbon under her paw and tried to tie it to the tallest basket handle. Read the full story →
Under the daisy slope’s warm buzz, Pippa tucked a blue ribbon under her paw and tried to tie it to the tallest basket handle. She had to mark the hatchlings’ home before the egg parade rolled past, but every basket smelled of grass, paint, and sugar flowers. Then a chick no bigger than a bun hopped from behind a spotted egg and whispered, “You’re tying it backward.”
Pippa froze. The chick’s down tickled her nose like dandelion fluff. “Bows aren’t just pretty,” the chick said. “Their loops listen to footsteps, and their tails point the way back.” Together they twisted the ribbon until one tail aimed at the chick’s shell-nest and one at Pippa’s paw prints in the clover.
When the parade bells jingled over the hill, every hatchling followed the bow tails home without a single peep of worry. Ever since, basket bows point home—next time you spot those two ribbon tails, see if you can tell which path they remember under the daisy slope’s warm buzz.
