When Little Bird finds a good-looking puddle in a city park, one surprise after another spoils his bath. A ball comes bounce-bounce-bouncing. . . . A little girl comes flip-flop-flapping. . . . And a dog comes arf-arf-arfing . . . straight through Little Bird's puddle. But soon, Little Bird finds the perfect puddle to call his own.

One spring morning when I was pushing my young grandson in his stroller, we came upon a sparrow splashing happily in a puddle. As we stopped to watch, other people kept walking very close to the puddle causing the little bird to fly off. I was surprised at how he kept returning to the same puddle after each interruption determined to finish his bath. My grandson and I continued on our way to the playground and I didn’t give it another thought, but the next day I awoke with an idea for a new picture book.

"...the interconnectedness of nature and city, the consequences of action and play, the sounds and sense of an urban environment make for a really nice story whose words and images repay repeated readings.
Simple and understated—and all the more enjoyable for it."

Kirkus

"...a must-read for storytime; regardless of the weather."

School Library Journal

Publishers Weekly