It beggars belief...

...that such a delicate, dainty, fragile, fluffy, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-its-mouth feather could possibly have been jettisoned by a large bird with the most raucous cry since time began and a few other nasty habits as well (yes, the sulphur-crested cockatoo).....but it's true....even if on some days I'm loath to admit it.