These feathers, caught amongst the dried stems of Lavandula “Purple Emperor”, are undoubtedly the result of some unfortunate bird’s demise and some lucky peregrine’s supper. For that reason it could be construed as rather morbid. I thought it looked rather pretty. Does this mean I am now a fully fledged country gal, taking life, death and all the messy stuff between in my stride? Perhaps; perhaps not when I discover the remains of the owner of this fine plumage.