Yesterday I found a lovely white feather in the backyard. I don’t know if it blew off a goose or if the swallows dropped it, but I was glad to find it. I held on to it until the swallows came to rest on the fence, then I released the feather into the wind. It didn’t sail far before a swallow swooped down and caught it. The pair played with it, sailing up, dropping it in the wind and catching it again. Then they swooped out of sight.
I got to play with birds!
Right away I started plotting how to score more feathers. I checked my husband’s feather pillows, but didn’t see any sticking out. I’m resisting the temptation to buy feathers at the craft store. Maybe I could get some freebies at the ag store. I remembered last night, a feather that I’d tucked away in a field guide. I couldn’t wait to offer it to the birds.
This morning I let it fly in front of Mr. Swallow when he landed on the windicator. He caught it up right away, did a loop above the yard and swooped into one of our bluebird houses. They’re nesting! Hooray! I had hoped for bluebirds in the houses, but I’m happy to have the playful swallows.
Now I’m going to go check those feather pillows again. Maybe I can wiggle one out. Just one.