Yes. 2011. And it wasn't alone in there....
Turn the feather into a writing quill and make blueberry ink, of course. Duh.
I thought it was inspired; The Husband thought I was a little crazy to be so excited about a dodgy old crow feather I plucked from the muddy ground. He was also a little skeezed out to be honest, so I washed the feather as soon as we got home.
To hasten the juicing of the berries, I dumped a few frozen beauties into a glass bowl and microwaved them for a minute, then smooshed them. It only takes a little bit of juice to make ink, so now I have a bunch of lukewarm mushy berries sitting around. Ah well.
The Hubs has a bunch of these sheathed razor blades from his days as an aviation electrician, so I cut the tip of the feather with that AND DIDN'T EVEN CUT MYSELF. It's a minor miracle. Don't forget to cut both at an angle and a tiny vertical cut at the point.
Truthfully, I was entertained by the whole process much longer than the were the children.
But The Boy wrote this, not I. Really!
After a the ink/blueberry juice dries, it turns from reddish-purple to a pretty navy blue.
If your inner nerd is as jazzed about a gross old feather and a few tablespoons of staining fruit juice as is mine, give it a try! Tots easy. Annnnd makes me want to go read Jane Austen. Again.