tell me your story
while working in the yard today i found two feathers. this one. and a perfectly intact owl feather. while the owl feather is an interesting study in beauty and evolutionary perfection. i felt this feather probably had a more interesting story. how it arrived in my backyard, in this condition is curious. on a beach, tumbled by waves i would not have been surprised. but sticking upright out of the grass, like this, speaks to me. whatever the story, it is probably a tragedy. was there hubris? was there simply fate? did someone fly too close to the sun?