Oh-oh… these are male Wood Duck feathers found under a big pine. Suggesting somebody had duck….
My mother, who was born in Oklahoma and grew up on a farm there until her parents retreated back to the Illinois they’d started from during the Depression/Dust Bowl, didn’t like eating duck. She couldn’t forget the bits of shot that were never quite all picked out of the meat.
Backyard and Beyond 
Thank you as always for the beautiful photos. And I love the story about your mother.