Good day, friend! I’m The Snip Snip Bird — though some simply call me Snip Snip. I perch high near Blue Mountain, among crags and soft breezes, always with a thoughtful look, beak poised, ready to help. You see, I love feathers, fur, hair — all those things that make creatures unique. I take delight in trimming, styling, grooming. It’s not just vanity; it’s comfort, confidence, a way to help others feel seen.

When Henrietta the Hairy Hippo once felt shy of her long hair, she came to me. My beak worked carefully, snipping, shaping, helping her see her beauty through the fur she thought made her odd. I don’t rush. I ask, I listen, I follow what the creature feels. Beauty is as much about respect as about how things look.

I’ve welcomed travelers, visitors, animals passing through. A dusty long flight, dirty feathers, tangled fur — I offer trimming, cleaning, kindness. When creatures leave feeling lighter, more themselves, that is reward enough.

So if you come by Blue Mountain, I’ll greet you with a steady eye, a gentle snip, maybe a leaf or two to fuss with your feathers or clothes. I’ll share stories of being helpful, of modest pride, of how caring for others is part of caring for oneself. You are welcome here — snips and all.