OK, who did that? They look suspiciously like pigeon feathers to me. Eee, I don't know, to look at these kids you wouldn't think butter would melt in their mouths. Was it you Mayze, or was it you Heidi, or was it Micky, or the other cat that wanders in and out of the garden? Come on, tell the truth. And what happened to the rest of it? Did it get lucky and escape, or have you scoffed it? I can't find any blood and guts, or remnants of a dead bird, so I am hoping it flapped it's wings with such ferocity that whoever decided it was a good idea to jump on it was so alarmed and dropped it in fright. I hope it escaped.