The Copper Rooster Stuck on North
The copper rooster on top of the Hollis barn had not moved in a month. Every other weather vane in the village of Dunmore swung around when the wind changed. The rooster just pointed north, as if it were pouting.
Priya's grandfather ran the farm, and he said the vane was only rusty. "Leave it," he told her. But Priya liked puzzles, and a stuck rooster was a good one. On Saturday she climbed the ladder to the high window of the hay loft, where she could see the pole up close, and she borrowed her grandfather's binoculars.
Right away she noticed a wisp of straw poking out under the rooster. Then a small brown bird landed there, tucked in a bit of grass, and flew off again. It was a nest! The pole turned on a narrow metal ring, and the nest had jammed itself inside.
Priya did not want to hurt the little family, so she hurried down to explain. Her grandfather laughed. "A wren family has the best house in town," he said. "The vane can wait."
Weeks later, after the last wren had flown away, he cleaned out the ring and oiled it. The rooster spun south, then east, then west. Priya cheered. At long last, the wind had someone to tell.