It was hot in the garden. We walked up the lane to the hill panting like tigers deep in the hot jungle. On top of the hill it was cool in the cloud. Colours in distance were muted by the veil of water, close up they were bright.
We found the place where the ginger birds grow, but She picked the feathers and took them home to make wings, for us.
Bright feathers, deep orange, they smelled of fresh bird.
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What beautiful wings they will be, made from such feathers!
The tip of that last feather appears to be magenta in color. Is it that way, or am I seeing things?
Quail? Ginger cat quail?
Such a poetic post from such talented ginger kitties! Cindy at Rosehaven Cottage
Those bird who left their feathers must be beautiful with a color like mine. I will keep an eye to the sky to see if I can see any flying ginger birds and cats.
Just been looking through your blog photos and just had to say, your photographs are absolutely amazing! I've added your blog to my favourites, your cats are stunning
How sweet!
When you can fly, will you venture across the ocean? My ginger boy would love to share his dinner with you.
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