An excerpt from one of Lady Plummage’s interviews.
‘It landed on the back of my hand, checked its foot for something as it seemed to be irritated. Then straightened up and flittered to my forearm. The wings really stood out to me, long and pale in colour.
‘It was only a moment that we made contact before it flew off. It has stuck in my head ever since and the more the years go on, the more the memory fades, becoming just a dream. It changed my life to the point that I now make little houses for them. They’re up in my trees, just in case they visit again.’