Went for a walk this morning, and the seagulls were headed back toward the river. I could see dozens of shadows skirting past me on the ground, but one in particular looked odd, so I looked up - and the odd little shadow was from a feather! I stood and watched it as it slowly floated downward, rocking slightly back and forth. As it floated closer to me I held my hand out, palm up, and it landed softly in my hand, as if it were a gift from the gull itself.
What is the gift of a feather?