On eagle feathers vs. pigeon feathers, headdresses vs. war bonnets, and when decorative becomes dirty

I remember once, a long time ago, I found a pigeon feather on the ground. I picked it up then ran my fingers up and down its length. The sensation is odd, how each individual barb seems to have its place and how you can mess them all up but then smooth it all out perfectly … Continue reading On eagle feathers vs. pigeon feathers, headdresses vs. war bonnets, and when decorative becomes dirty

Field Research

Unaware of his alien observer, Glunt squatted in the tall grass with the other members of the hunting party, wanting nothing more than to slink away, to disappear, to hide, anything to avoid killing the adorable baby deer-like animal in front of him. The tribe had been following this herd for a very long time. … Continue reading Field Research