I found her at an antique gallery behind a rusty urn, dinged from the travails of old age... and a fall or two. Her concrete beak stooped low as if frozen in an eternal nibble. (Sound familiar, ladies?) She was lovely!
So I purchased her on the spot- and designed a simple vignette in which to present her.
The stone bird is a gift for my mother. But mom doesn't know anything about her yet.
She will though. Soon. Shhhhhhh. A birthday is coming!