I had been working on my computer earlier in the day and a little while ago, whilst I was upstairs, decided to shut it down for the day.
So I went into the room where my computer is kept and found this feather lying in the centre of my desk, in front of my computer!
There is no draft in the room. It certainly wasn’t there when I had finished working earlier. No-one but me is in the house.
I have no idea at all how it could have gotten there or where it can have come from and certainly welcome any thoughts.
Maybe the answer is in your poem of December 9th – The White Feather.
Possibly, I had forgotten about that. Thanks for the reminder.