I find feathers delightful, in fact I would go as far as to say magical. How can something so insubstantial allow a creature to fly? Over time I had gathered quite a collection and created a “feather tree”. The skeleton of the tree was actually a raffia and wire cone that was used to train a plant into a topiary shape. But I inter-twined my downy treasures until they smothered the cone. This year we had an inordinately large amount of moths in the house and they decimated the feathers. However, I did manage to rescue my pheasant feather, which turns up in a great many drawings. Here it is in this fair elven hat.