I mention this because in all my years and miles of walking and finding feathers on my path, I cannot recall every having found a bright red one.
Interestingly, in the last few months, I have found a wealth of blue jay feathers on my walks. Very interestingly because one of the last conversations I had with a friend who took his life in July was about blue jay and chicken feathers, something we rarely, if ever, discussed over the 40 odd years of our friendship.
Do you ever notice feathers on your path? Do they have a meaning to you?