Ever since I’ve known Margo, she’s collected feathers. If we’re walking somewhere and she sees one on the ground, she must pick it up and keep it. She can’t leave it. She must have it. It must be rescued.
And she’ll stow them in all kinds of places afterwards. I’ve found feathers in my car, my pockets, in places I’d never expected, so they come home with us. I guess she thinks they’ll feel lonely or disappointed if we leave them be.
If she finds one while gardening, it goes into the crack of a nearby log for safe storage.
If one lands in the pool, it’s removed but jammed between the tiles.
Whatever is closest to her becomes a temporary feather holder, waiting for a future when it’ll be promoted into one of her creative explosions.
Until that time comes, cracks, slots, and holes become homes to feather orphans. Yes, they have a new mother and a new purpose in life where they’ll live out their days happily ever after.
– LOL Michael
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So Colorful!