Soft

So soft were all the feathers that I found, when we came upon a scene of "crime". It must have been a fox or a coyote that had caught a partridge (?) I only found a sea of feathers and the ones you see here I took home.
Grey this afternoon and as the morning was both sociable and nice I am taking it easy now with a cup of coffee and a novel.

Thank you all for your appreciation of my river view. I loved to read your comments and hope to return the favor and not to forget anyone :-)