What this comic really reminds me of is that annoying thing games do. Collect 5000 pigeon feathers. And oh hey, guess what, only every 5th pigeon has a single feather. That's right kids, those things pigeons fly with aren't feathers at all, they're a magical feather-like substance. Oh nooo no no, those trolls don't each have two ears. 'Pigeon Feathers,' published in 1961 when the author was 29, is one of the half-dozen Updike stories I retained a strong impression of, from a past reading, before beginning this project. Sluice (2009) by Kate MccGwireBits of bones and pigeon feathers may be garbage to you and me, but not to artist Kate MccGwire. The London-based artist used thousands of discarded pigeon feathers to create amazing works of art. In this interview with Kate, Don't Panic Magazine asks: why pigeon feathers?I am currently using pigeon feathers as they come from a bird that is generally reviled. Did you scroll all this way to get facts about pigeon feathers? Well you're in luck, because here they come. There are 614 pigeon feathers for sale on Etsy, and they cost $9.29 on average. The most common pigeon feathers material is metal. The most popular color? You guessed it: black.

Please ensure you have JavaScript enabled in your browser. If you leave JavaScript disabled, you will only access a portion of the content we are providing. Here's how. We're out for a rare walk around one of my favorite spots in the Bay Area, Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park. We've fed the geese and practiced our aim as we tried to toss bits of salvaged and saved bread to them and the mallards. We know the gulls will swoop in, loudmouthed and pushy, to steal away our stale but doughy offerings. My youngest has greeted his 'friends,' the gray coots with their white-spotted foreheads, red eyes, and chartreuse feet. We've stopped and peered up into the trees where the great blue herons nest in the spring months, though we know that despite the weather, it is too early for them. We've shooed away the flock of pigeons that has crowded around in hopes of sharing our bag of bread.

The bags all emptied out, we're heading around the perimeter of the lake, a path that will take us past a small tunnel made of branches and twigs that they can just barely crawl through, across a bridge (see the keystone?), along the lower level of the tiered paths that wind around the small mountain to a beautify city lookout at the top, past the Japanese pagoda and the waterfall, around the boathouse (which no longer sells ice cream treats), and back to the car.

They run ahead, footsteps kicking up dry dirt and rock as they move along the path, pausing now and again to peer at a treasure on the ground, a shiny rock ('a crystal'), a perfect stick, a dandelion, a squirrel jumping away with a foraged scrap, a Steller's jay that has jumped from the ground to a branch above with a loud squawk.

They run ahead as I take photos from behind, of them, of branches, of light on the water.

Lowering my camera, I focus in on what has now captured one's attention.

'Don't pick that up!'

It's a feather.

He pauses and looks up at me, his fingers inches from the feather.

'Don't pick that up. They can carry disease.'

Back in the Day

I remember when feathers could be picked up, when feathers were magical and marvelous, when you could run your finger along the edge of a feather and be amazed by the softness. I remember the impossible discovery of a peacock feather.

Many years have intervened between then and now. Many years, two children, and a host of frightening flus that have lingered in public—and parental—consciousness. The residue of those years and those flus has accumulated into a frothy, sticky, mostly unfounded, squeamish sign of my age, one that comes oozing over the sides of the admonishment: 'Don't pick that up. It's dirty!'

Needless to say, while we have small collections of rocks, broken shells, shark's teeth, and other treasure we've accumulated through various walks and expeditions, there are no feather collections in our house. Not even one.

All of that came rushing home when I saw a photo by Robert Clark highlighting a feature essay by Thor Hanson in Audubon Magazine. The photo is an 'almost' grid of forty-seven feathers, brightly colored, samples of bird plumage from species of birds I've no doubt never seen. These are not your ordinary, everyday pigeon feathers, the ones I am most tempted to disallow my kids pick up and handle. These are feathers that remind us of the beauty and wonder of birds, the exotic free-flying nature of birds, and the sheer diversity of birds. But this is a reminder from a new angle. Feathers.

The photo is a stunning visual entrée into an equally captivating essay underscoring the beauty, novelty, and incomparable nature of features. No matter what your relationship with birds, or whether or not you would or would not have picked up (or let your children pick up) a feather on the street yesterday, Hanson's high-flying essay on feathers may sweep you away. Hanson's essay weaves together the scientific and the aesthetic, the personal and the historic, the pragmatic and the mystical, and emerges as a beautiful and inspiring exposé on feathers, a distinguishing feature of birds, one that is unique to birds, one at which you may not have stopped before to marvel or think about too deeply. After reading this essay, I think you will. I think you'll pick up a favorite blanket or winter vest and think differently about the realities of feathers. You might even look up a photo of a golden-crowned kinglet so that you can have an image to pair with Hanson's story of a night spent in sub-zero weather—and the realities of the small golden-crowned kinglet sleeping somewhere in the open air, relying on its feathers alone for warmth.

Making Connections

'On any given day, up to four hundred billion individual birds may be found flying, soaring, swimming, hopping, or otherwise flitting above the earth. That's more than 50 birds for every human being, 800 birds per dog, and at least a half-million birds for every living elephant. It's about four times the number of McDonald's hamburgers that have ever been sold. Like the robin, each of those birds maintains an intricate coat of feathers—roughly one thousand on a ruby-throated hummingbird to more than twenty-five thousand for a tundra swan. Lined up end on end, the feathers of the world would stretch past the moon and past the sun to some more distant celestial body.' ~ Thor Hanson

Hanson's essay is thought-provoking and eye-opening, and for students with an interest in birds, or even an interest in paleontology, there is plenty of potential for inspiring and inspired science projects that may find a launching point in an essay on feathers. One path students might follow involves considering the question: where did feathers come from? And why do birds, alone, have them? A project looking at the history of feather formation will take students back to the age of dinosaurs. That's right, scientists now label birds as a living form of dinosaur, a fact students can investigate further in the 'BLAST into the Past to Identify T. Rex's Closest Living Relative' genomics Project Idea.

A Shift in Perspective

After reading 'The Multiple Miracles of Bird Feathers,' I found myself wondering about the weight of 'don't touch that' fear I've somehow picked up along the way, part of the baggage of socially-induced paranoia that many parents carry around, especially when and if we are too busy to stop, question, and get the facts. If faced with the kinds of delicate, diverse, exotic, breathtaking, and mesmerizing feathers shown in the Clark's photo, I doubt I could insist we leave the feather where it lay. That's why we carry anti-bacterial hand gel, right? But can I let go of my concern about the ordinary feathers we're more likely to discover in our regular outdoor excursions? After all, while there is a wonderful plethora of natural terrain in and around the Bay Area, we're still in a city. Hawks perch on the streetlights in front of my house and nest in the trees out back, but there are also thousands upon thousands of pigeons and starlings and blackbirds, even in the parking lots of the grocery stores.

Questioning my own concern, I talked with our Lead Staff Scientist, someone who has gotten used to the fact that I approach many of my science stories from a non-scientific starting point. I didn't simply ask are feathers safe. Instead, I asked, how feasible is it for students to do a project in which they investigate either the kinds of bacteria that might linger on bird feathers collected in a local area or what approach one might take to best ensure the safety of bird feathers if one wanted to collect them. (Before I asked, I did a quick search engine search and read just enough to know that, most likely, the parental baggage I was carrying around was unjustified, far-fetched, and should be shelved—in favor of a rekindling of the magic, beauty, and scientifically-amazing properties of feathers.)

Our lead staff scientist confirmed that while it's 'possible' to get a disease from bird feathers, the probability is very slim. Still, there is a question that can be asked, and so there are projects that can be designed and procedures that can be put in place to explore how 'safe' found feathers might be. Is a parent who says, 'Don't touch!' right—or just over-protective?

Putting Feathers to the Test

There are three kinds of health hazards that can be carried on a feather: parasites, bacteria, and viruses. Of the three classes of possible health problems one might trace back to feathers, culturing bacteria from feathers and analyzing the bacteria colonies that grow is the most likely course of investigation for student research. Students interested in developing an experimental procedure that could be used for a microbiology-based study of feathers might find the procedure used in the Germ Invasion Project Idea a helpful starting point. Is exposure to UV light a helpful strategy?

Safety Considerations and Guidelines

Because there are many rules, regulations, and safety guidelines that have to be followed for student science investigations that deal with microorganisms, devising an independent course of study examining microorganisms and feathers requires careful attention to safety guidelines, awareness of any local fair rules, as well as ISEF regulations, and may require the supervision of a teacher or mentor or access to a specific kind of lab. In addition, your project may require pre-approval from fair officials.

For more information about safety considerations when working with bacteria, and about related ISEF rules and regulations, visit the Microorganisms Safety Guide and the Projects Involving Potentially Hazardous Biological Agents resource.

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Recently I was standing on a sidewalk in Midtown Manhattan, talking on my phone near the HOPE sculpture, when a gust of wind picked up what appeared to be at least fifty pigeon feather pieces. They swirled around my feet before moving along, probably over to that open-air food cart, I thought.

Maybe this is normal, all the pigeon feathers, and I just never noticed them before? My brain moved on to other matters, and I forgot about it. But when I got upstairs and looked out my office windows, far above where I was just standing, I saw more pigeon feathers, this time dancing in the air, many floors above the sidewalk. Maybe it's pigeon molting season?

This swirly twirly sea of feathers was abundant, however, and it showed no signs of stopping. I quietly filmed the scene from my desk; 'No point in mentioning these pigeon feathers, I thought. Poor bastards will see them soon enough.'

I emailed my main bird man over at the American Museum of Natural History, Paul Sweet in the Department of Ornithology, and asked him what was up. And guess what, Paul was seeing this stuff up at the AMNH, too! This briefly led me to believe a SyFy-esque weather event was upon us, but that was incorrect. Either way, chances are pretty good that one of us inhaled a pigeon feather particle that week.

Okay, so what's going on? Paul told me, 'I've had the same thing outside my window at the museum. There is a Peregrine up there somewhere plucking a pigeon.' So it's not just molting? 'They do molt but with the sheer number of feathers it has to be a raptor. Could be a Red-tailed Hawk, but given the location almost certainly a Peregrine Falcon... I think there is a pair that nests in Midtown, but they could still have kids around so could be more. They probably kill several pigeons per day and have favored plucking sites.'

Holy shit, pigeon massacre. I let everyone within earshot know that what we were witnessing was death.

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Fun fact: Richie's falcon in The Royal Tenenbaums, Mordecai, was played by two falcons (for close-up shots) and a hawk (for in-flight scenes).

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