Madame de Toucainville loves her hats. She loves them for gardening, she loves them for bicycling, she loves them for daydreaming in the coulee. But she is never prouder than when she wears an especially alluring creation to the Pheasant Creek Horticultural Society's annual Bonny Bonnet Contest. And why not? She won four summers in a row. Then suddenly she learns of all the birds lost to supplying feathers for ladies' hats. She is horrified. She vows never to buy another new hat. But what of the Bonny Bonnet contest -- can she bear not entering? Maybe if Madame de Toucainville can't have birds' feathers she can have the whole bird, a whole, living, singing, ecologically fashionable wonder.