After the fox attacked the chickens this morning I found this feather in the road. They all escaped with the help of Simon and a neighbors dog, although Fran has some pretty good punctures. Now they’re in the barn for a few days (Fran’s recovering in a crate) but there were feathers everywhere. The fox got a mouth full of Megs feathers as he chased her across the road, until he was confronted with a neighbor walking her Husky. The fox took off and Meg hid.
I was mesmerized by the way this feather seemed to dance with the breeze.