ask and you shall receive

Looking out at the front balcony this morning while on work calls, something caught my eye:

Once I was finally off the phone, I was able to investigate further:

It's a fluffy white feather, which somehow drifted onto the wet clothesline, and then remained there. I never get birds (or feathers!) on the clothesline or on the balkon because Slocombe is a fierce and mighty presence. I do occasionally see blackbirds on the roof however, or pigeons lower. It's quite a fluffy feather:

You may recall that my mother periodically sends messages, but she prefers the back balkon, so I don't think this one was from her.

Of course the internet is the source of all knowledge. Tiny white feathers are either an angel's calling card, or specifically related to a Guardian Angel. When I looked out a few hours later the rain had dried and the feather had moved on.

A few days ago, I asked for a sign. I guess I got it.