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Feathers in Bottles

Single feathers placed in 38 otherwise empty medicine bottles.  I got these bottles a couple years ago from my Granddad’s wife, Darlene.  My Granddad passed away one year ago this month.

While working I was listening to Death Cab for Cutie’s song Talking Bird on repeat.

Project time: 1 hour

Talking Bird by Death Cab for Cutie

Oh, my talking bird
Though you know so few words
They’re on infinite repeat
Like your brain can’t keep up with your beak

You’re kept in an open cage so you’re free to leave or stay
Sometimes you get confused
Like there’s a hint that I’m trying to give you

The longer you think the less you know what to do

It’s hard to see your way out
When you live in a house in a house
‘Cause you don’t realize
That the windows were open the whole time

Oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and furled
I’ll love you all your days
‘Till the breathe leaves your delicate frame

It’s all here for you as long as you choose to stay…
It’s all here for you as long as you don’t fly away…