Feather Hunting

I took myself up Mt. Tabor today, on a rambling walk...

through the dog park (I wonder if people think I'm crazy, walking through a dog park with no dog)...

up trails, across roads, and around the reservoir,

all the time stopping here and there, searching.

I looked under trees, in grasses, along the paths.

I was hunting for feathers, and boy did I find them!

(I was also calling out, within myself, 'feathers, come to me!')

I found big feathers, little feathers, mommy feathers, baby feathers, tattered feathers, and pristine feathers, and even one dyed feather.

Now to prep them for their evolution...