I am about to write a post on my Inner Wild Therapy blog featuring this feather and some other natural, cherished finds which I photographed today.
I have been in possession of this single Mallard Duck feather for about seven years, I now realise. I picked it up at Western Springs Park when I lived in Auckland, New Zealand after it was preened out by one of the many wildfowl who happily live there.
And now I have it in my home in Scotland. Aren't life's tiny treasures miraculous in their secret stories as well as their beauty?