Why yes friends that would be a feather. I caughted my second bird of my life (although mum thinks it may be one that died a natural death from the cold). Yes that is a feather caught in my whiskers and a bit of bird fluff near my eye. Four would be the number of times that I bought the bird into the house in my mouth, through the cat door. Three times mum put it back in the back yard, and the fourth time, it went in the rubbish bin outside. Farewell little sparrow bird - you lived a good life.
Mum then did some chores, washing, folding , hoovering, and scrubbing getting ready for the weekend.