The Gift

I often find feathers in my yard from Blue Jays, Crows, Mourning Doves and Turkeys.  I've always thought of them as gifts and save them in a jar on my windowsill.  I saw something glowing in the morning light, but I didn't know what it was until I walked out to look at it close-up.  It was indeed a turkey feather, but I've never seen one stuck in the ground like this.  A very special gift this morning.  The news of my cousin is positive.  He made it through another surgery yesterday.  He's not out of the woods yet but the doctor said he was optimistic.  Where there is life, there is hope.