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Winging it with my vase on Monday

This one is for you Sally!

The garden and countryside seem to be holding their breath, with gale force winds, rain and snow, and I haven't been able to find anything new to fill my vase with this week.  So I thought I would use feathers instead.  Swan, teal, pheasant, mallard, barn owl, pretty-in-pink galah from Australia, and a tiny red and green offering from an Aussie parrot of some kind, maybe a rosella - Sally will know!

The vases are a lovely little bubble glass vase I bought years ago in Totnes, the middle one was blown by a much loved architect friend of ours (he will probably recognise it when he sees this post), and lastly a ceramic bottle I bought in Bermuda, when I was there in 1971!  I can't find any details online about the pottery so I have emailed a potter in Bermuda to see if he can tell me more, but haven't heard back from him yet!  So, to be continued - maybe.

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  1. Good try...and the feathers are so pretty!

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  2. Look at all those lovely feathers! I have visions of you running after a motley flock grabbing tail feathers when you can, but I am sure that is not the case really! Thanks for sharing them and your lovely vases (I like your friend's one the best!) for this refreshingly alternative IAVOM :)

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    1. No stalking! I would never manage to keep up! The golf course, where I walk with the dogs every morning, has a wonderful range of birds and the grass is littered with feathers and every so often there is a particularly lovely one. I can't resist beautiful things, so they come home with me! I will hope for flowers next week! A

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  3. What a wonderful collection of feathers! We don't have many brightly-colored birds here, except the peacocks which aren't native. Only the juveniles, without their fancy plumes, visit my area and they don't stay long. (We have too many coyotes.)

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    1. Thanks Kris. Cathy suggested that I had been stalking the birds! Ha ha! Actually the only time I have done that was when I was young and trailed around behind a peacock, trying to nab a tail feather! Didn't succeed! A

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  4. What a treat! Vases of feathers are scattered around my house! My family think I’ve lost the plot!
    Maybe I have!
    Feathers have different meanings... I found my first truly golden brown one the other day! I was so excited!

    The green one is either from a rosella or a parakeet!
    Either way such a combination of colours!

    Finding feathers is always a lovely part of my day!

    Thank you for such a lovely post and for displaying them in your very distinctive style...
    lots of love always xxxxx

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