Pheasants and ducks and feathers flying

Strange things happened today in the garden. The man called Daf turned up with ducks and they sat in the garden and took off the feathers until there was a snow storm of feathers all bright like fire. So good of Her to pluck the birds for us, but Se need not have bothered. We could do that!
But She would not let us eat them, and put them away in the kitchen, and then cooked them and ate them!