This is a narrative piece. About 20 years ago, my best girl Paula found a baby bird and nursed it back to health. The type around the box reads: "I know a girl who found a forlorn baby bird that had an injured leg. She took him in and tended to him for weeks. When the robin was well enough, and to insure he would not fly away before he was ready, she tied a string around his good leg, and gently "flew" him around her yard. When she was certain he was able, she set him free." The first thing I carved was the bird and once I figured out how to make the wings flap I knew this was going to be a great piece. I ran a very small cable through a very small tube that winds from the bird, down through the body, to a ratchet-type mechanism underneath the turntable. I also used a worm gear I found at the salvage yard to make it move. This was my second attempt a carving the female figure.