Pheasant Head

Last weekend was the Primary Program in home ward, and I decided I had better attend after Elle gave me a personal invitation. She did swimmingly, but this post isn't about Elle. Sorry. It's about pheasants.

I was walking into the church building with Mother when a lady who was behind us gasped in astonishment and said, "MYRIAH!"

I thought to myself, "Geez, I've been to church before, what's the big deal?"

After gaining her breath she said, "How did you do that with your hair? It is amazing! In the sun it looks exactly like a pheasant feather! It is simply gorgeous, was it hard to do?"

I said it was not hard to do, I simply crimped my hair.

After staring at my hair for a moment longer we proceeded into the chapel and I proceeded to wonder what a pheasant feather looked like.


At the end of Sunday School one of the members of the ward was walking in the pew behind me and said, "Myriah! Your hair is amazing! It looks exactly like a pheasant feather! Black and white, black and white... how did you do that?"

What?! Two pheasant comments in one day? WHAT DOES A PHEASANT FEATHER LOOK LIKE???? And why is everyone so knowledgeable about pheasants?

I only crimped my hair, people... how is this a new idea? Where was everyone in the 80's?

Anyway, I tell these stories later that night at dinner, and everyone seemed rather stumped as to what a pheasant feather really looked like. Besides, obviously, it looking "just like" my hair.

I turn around and Father handed me a feather. A pheasant feather. He happened to have one in his shed. So, naturally, I stuck it in my hair for everyone to compare and contrast.