finding feathers

On our walk with Nelly and Ziggy this morning. I can’t resist picking them up and bringing them home. I’ve got a big jar on the kitchen windowsill that’s full of them. I think the stripey one is a buzzard feather - it was on the top of a big tuft of tall grass. We have quite a few buzzards round here. The other one is a magpie’s. I love the delicate detailed tiny feathers at the downy end.
Thank you for all the kindness yesterday, it means a lot, xx