i have looked at this photo for half an hour, and decided it is a portrait of the family i grew up in. a family made up of rigid order and messy fragility. a family more or less aligned in the same direction, despite small individual differences. see the little feather at the bottom, near enough to be a part of things, but obviously breaking away to find its own quiet destiny? that’s me.
part of a flicker wing
saint paul, minnesota
Did you find it intact or part of an unfortunate whole? I’ve always wondered how one goes about removing/preserving wings of dead birds.
Hi Kim,
My husband is a grouse hunter. When we find a dead bird (usually because they have hit the window), I ask him to remove the wing for me before we bury it. So unfortunately I can’t help you, but I am sure youTube could. It only takes him a few seconds to do it, so it must be pretty straight forward.
Good luck,
Mary Jo
Thanks!