The use of feather quills

The color of the feather is white and black! Symbolizes purity! Angel-like stuff

Angels vibrate their wings and leave, dropping a feather, proving that angels have been here before... An angel's feather, gives courage...

Angeladine never thought of anything to do, but lived his days as other angels do, like the soft white clouds in the sky. A long time ago, he... Angeladine stroked her feathers lovingly, the feathers of an angel.

White feathers are blown by the wind, quietly drifting down among the crowd, I see your precious expression, there is no smile, white feathers fluttering, gently drifting to the sky, can't stay in your time and space, I chose to relax on this, feathers in my hands, that sadness is not as heavy as imagined, I am always not impulsive enough for the dream

When I was a child, I read a story about a goose quill pen, and I saw that above the pretty illustration, there was a I was very envious and I wanted to be a part of it. I was so envious that I wanted to get one myself. Unfortunately, the feathers of the chickens we raised at home were so small that they could not hold a ballpoint pen refill. A child's mind is, want to get something, not to get the hand is how not sleep well. Coincidentally, one of the students sitting next to me is also a fan of this. He is even more mischievous than me, belonging to the kind of guy who climbs trees and pulls out bird's nests and burrows caves to catch crickets.

He told me that his family farm raises ducks called pansies. They were big and the male ducks had bright green feathers. He asked me to go up to his family's farm together on Saturday and catch the duck. Then pluck out a few of the big hairs from its feathers. That way it can be used as a feather quill. However, this male duck was very big and certainly not small in strength. We grabbed it, of course, it is extremely resistant, every time can not successfully pull out the hairs. This guy saw that it did not work, and asked me to bring a rope to tie the duck's feet, then, one of us twisted the duck, and one of us forcefully put the big feathers out. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before we realized that everyone had this. So the novelty wore off. We had to find one that no one else had before we could do the same.

This guy set his sights on what was, at the time, a rare turkey in the rural south. Not far from our school was the township government office building. There was a yard where only one family lived. They didn't have much to do so they kept a flock of turkeys. Turkeys also shake their feathers and open their screens. But their colors weren't as beautiful as peacocks. Unfortunately, when we went there every day after school, we never had a chance to do it. The turkeys' range of activities was really a bit small, just in the yard. They didn't come out to walk around, and the door was left open, which caused us to come several times.

One afternoon this buddy sneaked out of the house to get a small bag of grain and charcoal mixed (when I was a kid, I heard people say that turkeys like charcoal). Took some, snuck it in the doorway, and then kept leading it, luring the turkey to the far side of the grove. Taking the opportunity of it eating the grain, we went up, grabbed it, and vigorously plucked out the feathers. Then wriggled away, being very subdued at the time. The feather was hidden in a large book bag, and strutted past the gates of the commune.

But we ran into trouble when we fell in love with goose feathers. The countryside was stocked with those extra-tall lion-headed geese, which were aggressive and came in large flocks. Every time we went up there, they were screaming and pecking. Luckily, we covered its head with a net. Plucked the feathers and ran quickly. However, after this time, when those geese saw us, they screamed from a distance and we didn't really want to mess with them again.

Of course, the prettiest feathers were those of the pheasants, long, curved and colorful. This one was a little harder to get for others, but there were a lot of them in the countryside in those days. Almost every day someone caught this thing. After killing it, we went to pick up those treasures.

When I was in college, one of my classmates' father worked at the Zoo and Botanical Gardens. One year on vacation, he brought us some peacock shang. When I first got my hands on them, there was a sense of satisfaction in my heart that I finally had this peacock shang. Unfortunately, then graduated, when they left, these things are not taken away, and do not know where to throw away, it is a pity.