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...



  1. Can't wait to see what you're doing with them!
    Have a wonderful weekend, toots.


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