From my archives

Boo Berry and I were up at the Headgate checking for trash, sticks, and weeds trapped in the scary head gate.

Nothing there.  Good

Off we headed back to the Y in the ditch; we were bringing the water down to the new alfalfa field

When I found this feather.  All beat up and trapped in a clump of grass.

(This from my archives)  I am thinking it just might be a hawk’s feather.   We seem to hear a pair of them talking as they wing through the air—the sound echoing softly down through the living air.

It was a gift—

A true gift.

From my world to your heart,

Linda