I had feathers from a gull that I had found that had been killed by something, and I had shed snakeskins, all kinds of things that I found and pupa from or for butterflies. That was something I also, my parents would let me get away with keeping just about whatever I wanted, as long as I took care of it, and I did. Then people in the neighborhood picked up a baby bird that fell out of a nest in the spring. They would bring the birds to me. And I’m not sure how that all started, but anyway, they’d bring the birds to me to raise them. And I wasn’t terribly successful. Maybe I got them too late, I don’t know, but anyway… There was a lot of things like that, that I’d like to tell you.
