From time to time, I love picking up feathers in the park, but I haven't noticed any for a while.
I was chatting to a friend recently about the lack of feathers, which I attributed to the cold weather. Maybe, the birds have been holding on to their feathers to keep themselves warm.
Today, there was this perfect black and white feather on our doorstep, which a pigeon friend had kindly donated.
Well, blow me down with a feather!
Thank you, Love!
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