Laura, your words paint a beautiful picture of life’s transitions. There’s a special kind of beauty in these fleeting moments—where feathers drift through time, carrying whispers of change. Your reflections linger, evoking the tender balance between holding on and letting go.
Such a beautiful essay. The imagery of two fledglings striking out into the world alone for the first time brought tears to my eyes. I hope yours had a beautiful time away filled with adventure, laughter and love. 🤍
Beautiful piece and can totally identify as my youngest has his last exam tomorrow and suddenly 14 years of school drop offs stops. I too believe that feathers are messages, I’ve had many over the years ❤️🪶
Gorgeous!! And, PS, I have enough found feathers to make a whole new bird out of. One summer, a few years ago, I couldn't stop finding them. Apparently, I was meant to grow wings and fly somewhere different. I think I survived the journey ;-) XO
Thank you for sharing this Laura: so many different layers that had me feeling all sorts of nostalgia as my little one stands on the threshold of his childhood✨
Oh, Laura, I just adore these simple stories, but powerful stories.
Thank you, Lisa. ✨
Beautiful! Babies flying out of all sorts of nests and how beautifully bittersweet it is!
Thank you, Birgit. So, so bittersweet 🪶
Lovely portrait of growth and change, Laura. I hope the feather is a sign of good things for you and your fledglings.
Thank you so much, Katie 🪶
Such beautiful words 🫶🏻❤️
Thank you so much, Lucy. I appreciate that. 🪶
Lovely!
Thank you, Rachel 🪶
Laura, your words paint a beautiful picture of life’s transitions. There’s a special kind of beauty in these fleeting moments—where feathers drift through time, carrying whispers of change. Your reflections linger, evoking the tender balance between holding on and letting go.
Whispers of change, yes! 🪶 Thank you for reading.
Stunning
Thank you, Katie 🪶
This is a great story. Resonates with so many memories and how quickly things change. That’s the black feather - more changes are coming.
I think you are right, Trudi. Thank you for reading. 🪶
Gorgeous ♥️
Thank you so much, Jane 🪶
Such a beautiful essay. The imagery of two fledglings striking out into the world alone for the first time brought tears to my eyes. I hope yours had a beautiful time away filled with adventure, laughter and love. 🤍
Thank you so much, Autumn. He—like his big brother—came back almost without a voice, but walking taller and so, so happy. ✨
beautiful
Thank you, Sarah. 🪶
I love this.
I had a Jackdaw come into my home to hide from a cat recently. When I invited him in, I was surprised he accepted. He just hung out in the kitchen.
You invited him in, I love that. 🪶
Beautiful piece and can totally identify as my youngest has his last exam tomorrow and suddenly 14 years of school drop offs stops. I too believe that feathers are messages, I’ve had many over the years ❤️🪶
Gorgeous!! And, PS, I have enough found feathers to make a whole new bird out of. One summer, a few years ago, I couldn't stop finding them. Apparently, I was meant to grow wings and fly somewhere different. I think I survived the journey ;-) XO
Thank you for sharing this Laura: so many different layers that had me feeling all sorts of nostalgia as my little one stands on the threshold of his childhood✨
Such beautiful words, thank you 🙏
Thank you for reading, David 🪶