What do you do about all the FEATHERS?!?! After trying to rake up the pen on a breezy day, I got out the shop vacumn and a very long extension cord! My male African goose kept menacing the shop vac but otherwise it made for a quick clean-up. With the time I saved, I sat under a tree and wrote this poem: Feathers, Feathers everywhere On the ground and in the air stuck to my hair Feathers from my duckies! Feathers, Feathers got me sneezin' Once again it's molting season tis the reason Feathers from my chickies! Feathers, Feathers every hue White, brown, black, and even blue so bright and true Feathers from my peakies! Feathers, Feathers every day Time to be raking away come what may Feathers from my goosies! by Blackberry Hill (Sherilyn) July 2013
