What to do about Feathers, Feathers Everywhere!

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