I found it in my high school, around a shabby corner where roosters were tied by the foot and possibly fed for HRM students.
Laugh ahead, but the feather's white as snow (I've never seen snow before but the phrase sounds neat-o), almost angelic. I'll never get rid of it! I hope my Mom doesn't see it as garbage and toss it away.
I'm in Dagupan now!!! I've tried their bangus and it tastes like fish!