In the garden green, layers of love wrapped so tight and keen. Round as a moon, with a heart so light, a humble delight in every bite.

Horses, sheep, and cattle too, may seek me out when storms blow through. Though I don’t graze and cannot roam, many farm animals call me home.

Down, quills, hollow bones. All of this a bird owns. One more word fits the group, how indeed to fly the coop?

Today my dog, Minton decided to eat a shuttlecock.

I am a domicile for a loyal companion, often a secondary structure, seldom requiring a mortgage. What am I?