After a day of working and sitting down on my bum, I took myself off for a brisk walk one evening last week. I do love British summers for just that reason – the days are long and evening can mean anything from 5 to 8pm!
As usual, I headed for Heathlake woods just across the road with the intention of checking up on the 7 cygnets that are growing up on the lake. The earth around the lake is covered in a profusion of white feathers, like a smattering of summer snow. I guess the water birds are moulting.
What are the odds of finding on blue feather in all these white ones, let alone three?
First I found an unusual one with striking turquoise blue patterns down the left side – I’ve never seen such a feather and have yet to indentify it. I was already incredibly pleased – such a small find, but a great treasure which brought me instant joy.
As I walked around the lake, surrounded by the sea of white fluff, I miraculously found 2 more blue feathers – both duck I think.
My little friend Dabelle did some digging around on the web and thinks this might be a feather from a Jay (the same family as the crow). The tiny feather I found might be a wing feather from this cute creature.
The walk that was intended to clear my head and bring some movement back to my legs, turned out to be an unplanned artist date!
This post is part of my Living Joyfully series
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