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?