Dog knows “leave it.” Human, not so much.

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I’ve been meaning to get some pictures of the small flock of Northern Flickers that has been visiting the back field for a week or so, but instead I got flicker feathers. Picked them up from under the big wild cherry tree about an hour ago.

Radar is the one who found them, in fact. “Bird,” I said. “Leave it. Back up.” He did. Hm, amazing. Is almost 14 months old the age German Shepherds achieve sanity?

A hawk has been hanging around, medium sized, mostly dark brown. That’s who I’m going to peg as the flicker predator.

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Do other people save pretty feathers? Maybe someone I know will want them.

Dear flicker, I’m sorry you died. But your life-force lives on, food for that hawk, and bits of your beauty live on, in this ziplock bag.

Feather ID… CLICK HERE to see a Northern Flicker in flight.