A Hard Landing

Since there is a cat who lives (or frequents) my neighborhood, from time-to-time I will see a large collection of feathers on the lawn, where it appears as though some formerly winged creature met its demise in an epic struggle with said cat, or something equally formidable to birds. Jonathon stumbled upon one of these battle scenes the other day, and his conclusion, while theoretically possible, I suppose, was altogether far more amusing to contemplate.

(Said, as is the case with everything that proceeds from his mouth, in a raised voice and excited tone:) "I found a bunch of feathers down there, Daddy...they're all over the place. Some bird must have had a really hard landing."