Feathers
by Matt
A book well worn for good reason, muddied by frequent reference. As observational naturalism I couldn’t recommend it more highly.
While cutting away at the lower meadow this morning I was reminded of a short paragraph, having come across an article of shared value. A little while before reading this passage for the first time I had found a similar jay feather and, like a magpie, stowed it away -in a paper bag on my desk. I also later stuck one to the cover of a small notebook, having again spotted it loose in the grass. Out of a sky full of earthen and subtle avian colours there is within the plumage of a jay something that evokes intrigue; perhaps the lure of a tropical unknown.
The Orange Tip 
Reading WIldwood is like walking through a forest–and once in awhile I use a found feather as a bookmark.
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I am also a fan of this book and of feathers. I don’t know if I have a favourite, but the satiny blue-black of raven feathers might be if I did. I have not had the pleasure of collecting a blue jay’s feather, but I can see how it might evoke “the lure of a tropical unknown”.