In fine feather

Watched the wind carry this feather across the gravel until it came to rest on a large stone. Reminded me of walks on the beach with Murron. She has to pick up and bring home every feather she sees no matter how dirty or mangy it looks. Quiet day, Nick was a little grumpy - must be the comedown - he still yearns to be under canvas! I, on the other hand, am in fine feather now that I am back home and have had a good nights sleep!