When I was at my brother's house, I often found the little things were the most lovely... like this white chicken feather.
Now, the white chickens didn't like being patted or like me being around them - but the red and black chickens were very social little things indeed! So, the closest I got to patting a white chicken was this feather...
And so I took a few photos of this one feather, just to note its true inner beauty... :)
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
