Armed with a ‘quick unpick ’, I started opening one end. Feathers escaped and floated out in my freshly swept house. I moved onto the veranda. The wind was blowing, so very soon, there were lots more wafting about and sticking to my t-shirt. I worked them down into the case as best I could and finished opening one end. I managed to upend and tip most of the feathers into a plastic bag. Moving onto the grass, I turned the casing inside out and shook it vigorously to dislodge the rest. Loads blew across toward ‘Queen of Clean’s house (serve her right for putting this daft idea into my head). It looked as though I’d plucked a chicken out there. I persevered and did two more, moving around the garden to distribute ‘plucked chicken’ effect. The casings then had a good soaking, before being washed, rinsed and dried in the sun. Smelling fresh and looking a whole lot better, the feathers now had to be stuffed back inside. Yet more escaped, but finally the openings were hand-stitched closed.
P.S. On Sunday the 9th of November, her very large chick had his/her solo flight...and they all lived happily ever after.
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