"Ummm... why do you ask?" I parried.
"Well, you got upset with Ben when he killed that Blue Jay - I just thought I ask if I could try my gun at crows, seeing as they are pest for our garden."
"I don't like it when you guys kill things," I tell him "but I know I can't tell you not to. So all I ask is that you give me the feathers if you do kill something - but I'm not asking you to try it - just if you do."
"If that's so, then why did you get so upset with Ben and the Blue Jay?"
"The reason was, he just buried the bird, didn't even think of giving me the feathers! I was shocked and upset for that sole reason."
I love feathers, natural looking feathers. I make earrings out of them. But all I have right now are duck feathers (from my ducks) and some chicken feathers. A Jays blue feathers would have been amazing - and if the boys ever get a crow - well, I'll secretly morn the loss of a free and beautiful bird (aye - I think crows and ravens are beautiful) but will be glad that I will have more to sell.