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Ducks have secret blue feathers beneath their wings. They’re called speculum feathers. I like to call them mirror wings or looking feathers. Birds use them to find their flock. To find other birds like them. To fall in love. This morning, I sat alone on a dock, and I watched two swimming ducks who were showing their speculum feathers. Were they lost? Were they making love? Maybe the answer is both. Or neither. They ruffled their wings in unison, and they circled the pond like they were dancing. Their light bounced and reflected onto my shadow. I tried to feed them half-grapes, but they were too happy to let me be happy with them
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:15 AM UTC
Speculum Feathers
Ducks have secret blue feathers beneath their wings. They’re called speculum feathers. I like to call them mirror wings or looking feathers. Birds use them to find their flock. To find other birds like them. To fall in love. This morning, I sat alone on a dock, and I watched two swimming ducks who were showing their speculum feathers. Were they lost? Were they making love? Maybe the answer is both. Or neither. They ruffled their wings in unison, and they circled the pond like they were dancing. Their light bounced and reflected onto my shadow. I tried to feed them half-grapes, but they were too happy to let me be happy with them
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24/Non-binary/Boston
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 12:15 AM UTC
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