I’m trying to bring more of my regular life back. This has little to do with the virus, but more about living without Bob.
While raking and picking up branches, I came across a tiny bit of color.
Seeing this feather made me stop.
It’s from a bluejay, so it’s not one to collect. It’s one to admire. BTW: those are basswood seed pods, not rabbit droppings.
The blue of the feather was what caught my attention. There are a lot of bluejays here. They hung out at our feeder all winter long.
I keep the outside cats well fed so they don’t go after the birds that come to our feeder.
This feather was alone. It wasn’t found amongst a pile of feathers–I take that as a sign that a cat had not had a meal.
Feathers that can be collected are from birds that are hunted: turkey, duck, and geese. Bob often brought home a found turkey feather for me. The bigs ones were easier to find and pick up. I treasure the ones I have.
Just saying a bit of beauty can be found everywhere, even when one is breaking her back picking up branches after winter storms–the basswood tree is notorious for dropping branches along with leaves and seed pods.
I encourage you to look for the beauty that surrounds us. The big and the small. The sunsets and the feathers. Each is a treasure as are you.