Thursday, October 9, 2014

Cedar Waxwing

Now that I haven't been out to see the horses lately, I don't have anything to talk about.

So, I leave you with some tail feathers I plucked from a bird, while on my early morning walk, lying dead before my feet.

 

8 comments:

  1. why did the bird did? that's so sad. i bet he's beautiful.

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  2. Beautiful feathers. I recently read feathers are gifts from the spirits.

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  3. "feathers are gifts from the spirits." Lovely!!! :)

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  4. Don't you just hate finding them dead? :( Those yellow and black feathers sure are gorgeous. It's good that you have them, Prairie Sister.

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  5. these are beautiful!

    love and light

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  6. Lovely feathers. It tears me up to see dead birds (dead anything). Lovely fall day here, cloudy and cool, the larch turning more golden by the day, and I'm in my studio catching up on blogs, e-mails and my journal. Hope your weekend is cozy, Lynn.

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  7. Wow, beautiful. These are so inspiring. You may find me making feathers- tips dipped in gold.

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