After looking at some new found artists works I have found myself becoming fascinated by feathers... On my walk the other day I found the skull of a bird on the side of the path and a little further along the feathers, in two piles. The larger feathers were piled together and the smaller younger looking feathers covered a section of the path. The blood on some of the feathers caused me to consider the death of this little bird, being plucked alive by its predator. The smaller feathers held such vulnerability and the realisation of how helpless the little bird must have been.
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