The feathers came from guinea fowls from a neighbour who had a tribe of all different chickens. Recalling now: He was quite an eccentric writer, living in the middle of suburbia. I used to love visiting as it was like being on an exotic island ~ Palm trees and masses of flowers around a lily pond and chickens roaming everywhere.

This was my favorite collage in the series as it still holds a lovely soft stillness for me. So pleased you like it too Melinda. ♥︎♥︎⚖️♥︎♥︎