you do something playful with it?
There was a sassy Golden pheasant chick named Sparky, who escaped from his pen. He was a juvenile cockrel with delinquent tendencies, until the eastern meditation technique, "Hen," came into his life. For the first time he realized that he lived midst flowers and bushes in paradise. He began chanting. His bowl was always filled with food and there was sweet water. He courted his Goddess of Hen, Lizbet, who lived in luxurious splendor behind the the aviary wire. Life was Nirvana for a couple of years, but then the Goddess Kali appeared as a hawk, with deadly talons screaming down from the heavens. Sparky fearing for the safety of of his his Lizbet, zigzagged across the yard towards the hedge, away from the aviary. The razor claws neared, stretching out for his red back and golden head, but he disappeared into the dense bushes. Kali crashed and flapped, screaming, as she disentangled herself from the twigs. While she tore at the leaves searching for her prey, our boy made a mad dash for the two empty aviaries across the yard. he ducked into the first vacancy. Even though the door was ajar, Kali couldn't find it and Sparky lived caged after that. Because they sang to one another, he and the Goddess Lizbet now share their lives in his pen. This geometric design is created from a flank plume.