This is a small tale that happened in a small sanctuary which includes the star of the story - The White Feather (an albino peafowl), other birds, animals and visitors, including myself. This sanctuary is also a nursery with numerous trees, plants and grass tracts with small animals and many species of birds. It is also known as Grass Farm and it is situated in the middle of a city in Western India.
My purpose for sharing this short story is to show readers that irrespective of our situations in our life either bad or good, we know time never stops. Fundamentally, we do enjoy nature and in our busy lives sometimes we miss that part which is an essential part of all of us. I have tried to involve everyone in this tale of a small farm, including animals, birds and visitors.
This story is a short tale of very common events, but I wanted to share it with a little humor.