Thanksgiving is here again!
And Thanksgiving means turkey.
And turkey means feathers.
And it goes without saying, of course, that feathers means quills.
Last year at this time, a friend went to a local farm where they kept turkeys. This friend knew I was learning scribing, having observed my collection of stray Canadian goose feathers from the grounds where we lived. He brought me back a whole bunch of feathers.
“Might you use these?” he asked.
Thank you. I very well might.
One year later, I’m about to christen a Thanksgiving feather for use on the Torah.
Full disclosure, just one feather of the bunch remains–it’s a long story, involving a rubber band and a twice-stolen vehicle–but the important thing is that there is one left. It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving has come back around again. It’s also hard to believe that I’m writing a Torah, one year after this casual gifting. My thanks of giving to the bird and feather deliverer, for assisting in carving words of Torah…