Lost feathers, they’re, all over the places, first, I’d only found one, then, I’d, followed that track, leading me, somewhere (don’t know yet!), and, just, picked up those feathers one, right after, the next, and the next, until I got enough, to assemble, a whole, H-E-N, or bird, or fowl, whatever!
like this…
And, as I’m, picking this, lost feather up from where I’d, found it, I can’t help, but feel, sentimental, of what its, owner had, lost (when it might just be ordinary shedding, like how my dogs used to shed like crazy!!!). Lost feathers, I’d, decided, to leave it where it was, after all, you’re not, supposed to, move a “dead body” for it might damn well be, a crime scene, that I wasn’t, aware of.
Did a bird D-I-E here? Not likely, there’s, NO blood anywhere, so, it’s, safe, to assume (no, still does NOT make ME into, an ASShole here though!), that that solitary feather that’s, lost, from the bird, was, an “accidental shed”…
and this too…
Lost feathers, like the exoskeletons of the cicadas I’d once discovered out by the trees, they were, something that the original creature no longer needed, that they’d, left behind, for me, to find, and why am I still, discovering, these, weird, usually, unnoticeable things to other individuals here, again? Maybe, I just, have a, keen eye for everything around me, yeah, that must be, it!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 