Flitting Right Along

Continuing along on what is becoming some sort of plant + bird theme... 

We (meaning the me's) are off on a damp Sunday morning stroll to Eastern Market, minding our own business: La la la traipse traipse  HALT.

We espy something curious growing in the far corner of this little garden and it tickles our fancy, one might say, because one cannot resist a serious dose of silliness mixed in with the proper.

First we're struck by the multiple colors, unlikely to appear on the same plant.  


Creep a little closer, we say to ourselves...go on...are those what you think they are? Mmmm hmmmm yes! We blurt and punch a self in the shoulder in glee. But it's so subtly done that it might be something else, something that actually grows from a branch -- because the branch is real enough.  

Yes they are feathers- a little bedraggled (remember the damp) -- giving wing to a pocket of early spring boredom, filling in for flowers still weeks from bloom.