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Tuesday, January 2

Gift From Nature

While walking my dog this morning, I came upon a single white feather in the mud. The feather was from a large White Heron. These birds appear in our back field during the rainy season, wading imperially through the rising puddles.
At one time they were almost extinct...

"Plume hunters in the late 1800s and early 1900s reduced North American populations by more than 95 percent."
I will treasure this small gift - from nature herself.