Sunday, July 4, 2010

Feather

I cannot think of the word feather without thinking of goose down. I own a down sleeping bag, a pair of booties, a goose down vest, and a goose down coat. Whenever a quill sticks out of the nylon shell, I know that feathers were used instead of down. Ounce for ounce, down is the warmest material I have ever known.

Several years ago I got the bright idea of starting a goose farm. I figured I could get all the feathers I needed, all the down I would ever need, and make some extra money at the same time. I didn't get very deep into this business plan before it was pointed out to me that, here in Henry County, we have much too mild of a climate. If I wanted to produce good down, I would have to move somewhere like upper Minnesota. My thoughts of having a feather farm went away that very evening!

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Feathers at this particular time reminds me of the fireworks we saw Saturday night for the 4th of July. Although my daughter said they looked like a waterfall, to me they appeared to be a gorgeous feather plume.