I found this feather by my feet yesterday.  It was under my desk at work.  I worked 8.75 hours and saw it just as I was getting ready to leave.  Two questions – how long had it been there, and most important, where did it come from?

Here are a few ideas about its origin.  I’ll let you pick the one you think most applicable.

Origin story 1) I stepped on a hapless bird that wandered into the office.  This seems unlikely.  At the very least I would have felt something.  Plus, I think I would have heard, “Chirp, chirp, mmmphf.”  Sorry, PETA members, I couldn’t resist.

Origin story 2) it came from my chair.  Riiigght.  Because we get to sit on leather chairs stuffed with feathers.  Actually my chair (which I stole from a former co-worker) already has a rip in it and I can see the foam innards.  No feathers.

Origin story 3) I’m not exactly sure what went down but RIP AFLAC duck.  It may have involved a fight to the finish with a very large spider.  That’s all I’m going to say about this scenario since the location is under my desk and there is a possibility that I freak myself out so much I don’t want to sit there Monday.  Quack-quack!

Origin story 4) I’m molting.  Hey, it is springtime and don’t we all want to lose a few pounds this time of year?

I’m not saying which one is the most likely.  What say you?