How cool Suki, I have a variety of feathers I have collected since being here. My favorites are from the peacocks we visited last summer. Not just the big pretty ones but the regular ones. They are so facinating.
One of my strange practices is to pick up the first feather I see in my daily ramblings... if it's tattered and worn looking I figure I'll have a crappy day... if it's new and not frayed I figure I'll have a great day... i guess this comes from the years i spent by the ocean in Newfoundland where there were always too many feathers to count and now i'm in a big city where feathers are rare... i still keep every one... and funny enough i've been writing about feathers for a few days now... what HB would call quantum entanglement of our ideas i guess... cricket...
Turkeys are amazingly big up close and personal, as are peacocks. I'm going to my cousins at the end of the month and I want to go biking-but I fear the gang of wild chrome hating turkeys down the road.
I've been collecting feathers for years too Cris, and hopper. Once, I kept them in vases to look at like flowers but now I have to keep them in a box as my cats like to get at them.
A friend who died left me so beautiful blue feathers, and teeny duck feathers she found on the beach.
Debra Kay. The turkey's around here run at the slightest human sound. That's why it is so hard to photograph them without a zoom lense. So, given that, I think the turkey's will run from you rather than toward you. Have fun on your trip. And thanks for stopping by.
Suki, sure they do astound... as always... I love to look at the patterns and colors of the feathers...and when you gaze for some time, you feel you are flying in a colorful sky... thanks for the flight love. HB
Turkey fight
Feather in flight
Found on the ground
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How cool Suki, I have a variety of feathers I have collected since being here. My favorites are from the peacocks we visited last summer. Not just the big pretty ones but the regular ones. They are so facinating.
One of my strange practices is to pick up the first feather I see in my daily ramblings... if it's tattered and worn looking I figure I'll have a crappy day... if it's new and not frayed I figure I'll have a great day... i guess this comes from the years i spent by the ocean in Newfoundland where there were always too many feathers to count and now i'm in a big city where feathers are rare... i still keep every one... and funny enough i've been writing about feathers for a few days now... what HB would call quantum entanglement of our ideas i guess... cricket...
Turkeys are amazingly big up close and personal, as are peacocks. I'm going to my cousins at the end of the month and I want to go biking-but I fear the gang of wild chrome hating turkeys down the road.
I've been collecting feathers for years too Cris, and hopper. Once, I kept them in vases to look at like flowers but now I have to keep them in a box as my cats like to get at them.
A friend who died left me so beautiful blue feathers, and teeny duck feathers she found on the beach.
Debra Kay. The turkey's around here run at the slightest human sound. That's why it is so hard to photograph them without a zoom lense. So, given that, I think the turkey's will run from you rather than toward you. Have fun on your trip. And thanks for stopping by.
Suki,
sure they do astound... as always... I love to look at the patterns and colors of the feathers...and when you gaze for some time, you feel you are flying in a colorful sky... thanks for the flight
love.
HB
Great photos.
the feather lovely, the words even better, don't see many feathers in london (sigh)!
feathers are magical! Kids are always fascinated. Grownups seem to have forgotten their magic......
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