You could hear them before you ever caught sight of that pink.
If only I had a stellar lens to my little camera to catch those feathers!
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Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
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4 comments:
That would be a flock of Angels!! Do they ever drop those fantastic feathers?? I know I would be scrubbing around in the mud looking for treasures... :)
I scoured the ground for any feathers, but no! Not a single barb of a feather. But I haven't given up hope! The other day I got a Long-eared Owl feather —granted I stalked them to a pine tree, but still...
We have barred Owls here, they are freakishly loud at times, but I haven't found any feathers... my best find is a beautiful Heron feather - long, curved and dark grey-blue. It was under a nest tree, I spied it as I was driving along a waterfront road, you can bet I slammed the brakes to grab it!! My Northern Flicker feathers are the best to do paintings of, though - incredible colour.
Happy Birthday...
Thank you, Sheryl!
What a lovely find, the heron feather— and the Northern Flickers! One of my favourites is the moustachial feather of a Great Bustard— a gift :)
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