There were even more feathers attached here and there and everywhere to this sweater purchased last weekend at a garage sale: some lost their grip on the journey home. It was exactly like this - inside out - and there were more feathers on the right side.
Since then my curiosity has grown and I plan to return to that house this weekend and solve the mystery of the feathers.
It will require tact. One assumes (usually correctly!) that when one makes a return visit to a garage sale and inquires about a purchase, there was something wrong with the item. Case in point: not so long ago I bought a blender at a sale which the seller assured me worked fine. When I returned less than an hour later with blender in hand the vendor saw me coming and started up the stairs to her house. Her daughter called her back. She did not say a word as I explained that when I put some water and soap in the blender, intending to clean it, and turned it on, it leaked all over the counter and I might have been ELECTROCUTED.
She finally spoke and asked how much I had paid for it. Tempted to double or triple or quadruple the price, I answered truthfully (actually, I did not think of upping the price to cover the cost of my return trip etc. until later; darn) and she handed over the money without another word. Harumph! Buyer beware. That is why I value church sales where they offer to show you that it works and usually know who donated it.
Where was I? Oh yes, the need to be tactful when asking about the sweater. It won't be hard because I love the sweater, the colour, the fabric and it sits cheerfully on the back of a chair as I think about how to repurpose it.
In the meantime, I am wondering about those feathers and imagining how they got there. The best I can come up with is that we are a neighbourhood of backyard chickens (I have heard we can have up to 99 hens but no roosters) and for some reason this sweater was either used to line a nesting box or maybe transport a chicken. Nancy Drew is on the case!
A very special memory involves looking over the back fence once and seeing a woman carrying a chicken around my neighbour's garden and softly talking to the bird. I learned later that the chicken was ill and the lady was soothing it.