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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Feathered Nest


I'm a part of a lovely post by Marni Elyse Katz on The Inside Source, about feathers in people's homes. For me, they have been gifts that have literally, truly fallen from the sky. White ibis, sparrow hawks, blue jays, mourning doves, osprey, wood storks, blue herons, egrets and yes, turkey vultures, have contributed to my collection. And finding each one is still an exquisitely rare event.











3 comments:

Daydreamer said...

What Beautiful feathers, Amy! I especially love the airy one next to the fish skeleton... is that the Egret?
I have to confess, I love to collect the tiny feathers that will someday be quill pens in my dollhouses.... but I am always sad to find feathers left by dead birds.... sometimes the result of my cat being so wild..... and sometimes much larger chain of life events.... whole grouse remains and such ..... I find it hard to collect those feathers... :(
But I find them SO beautiful and mysterious...
Your collection is Lovely

Sans! said...

In the whole time I have lived in this pre-war house, I have found 1 feather. Mind you, we have many birds here. I hear them loud and clear every morning but they don't leave me many feathers.

And I am amazed at your collection. Ibises and herons? Do these birds cross your paths all the time? I see them only at the bird park. But I have my oriental hornbills :) so I am not complaining.

Amy said...

B.-quills for the dollhouses! What a wonderful idea!

I can imagine what the yard would look like, if Oliver ever got out. Plenty of ill-gotten feathers, unfortunately. Like you, I would have great trouble collecting them, even when the result of natural causes. It's true, the feathers are few and far between, that's why they seem like gifts, all the elements that have to fall into place for a feather to wind up on your walk, the gift of a breeze setting it just so...

Sans, we do have so many birds flying overhead, and wading in the canals, and sitting on the hoods of our cars. One day I was sitting in my car, stopped at a stop sign, and I heard horrible scratching over my head-(the sunroof was open)-and looking down at me through the opened roof was a cattle egret, wondering what I was doing down there. They're called cattle egret because they stand on cows and eat the bugs off their backs. I guess my Mini Cooper looked like a dull white cow-I do see the resemblance...