Today I went for a walk down the road, taking some pictures and getting some fresh air when I looked down and saw a feather. I thought, hmm this could make a nice picture. It was a nice colour, deep red brown with a black tip and contrasted against the shrubs below. So I snapped the photo (which never did end up on my memory card for some reason) and continued to walk. Then I noticed another feather, and another, and a few more, all different sizes but the same colours.
I had stumbled across a crime scene!
Being all CSI like I tried to remember the last day I was woken by mr. rooster and I could not.. perhaps, could these be the feathers of my morning marauder?! I followed the feather trail for a few more feet, and then they cut off into the brush. I was intrigued to see where they would lead and started to follow them when reality held me back;
"if there is a viscous rooster eater, do I want to be near it's ravenous fangs"
"what happens if I find the corpse of a half eaten rooster"
"what if the rooster had simply escaped it's confinement and sensed my disdain for it's song and attacked me"
I would like to say I was brave, and faced the cock head on. But my fears got the best of me and I picked self preservation over my desire to be the next Horatio Caine; I wish I had gone. I feel like the girl who didn't get in the transformer just because she was scared.
wow that story was anticlimactic.
SO tomorrow I will finish it! I am setting aside my irrational fears and completing The Journey of the Feathers End! I will let you know what becomes of it!
These are some of the photo's of the rest of my walk.