Recently, I found two feathers on the beach.
I recognised them instantly
as belonging to New Holland honeyeaters,
small birds that are common to Adelaide gardens (though not to the beach!).
New Holland honeyeaters are slender, slightly scruffy little birds —
and my heart always lightens when they’re around.
They make a high, noisy, busy, endless, peeping racket
that fills me with hope.
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I don’t know how the feathers ended up on the sand.
But it seemed to me symbolic.
Hope is the thing with feathers, right?
Lovely – I always save the feathers I find, esp. the colorful ones. I found a blue jay one yesterday and tucked into an arrangement – just as lovely as a flower!
You’re right, they are. Nature’s beautiful colours are everywhere, aren’t they?
Indeed they are!
Where do the words underneath the feathers come from? Whose writing?
Ahh, that’s a secret. I’ll tell you in person! x