In view
frame the moor you fancy
scatter fills the circle you can see
The walk
The scattering
nothing scattered
a feather waits in every square; a scattering lights a few
The jug
The feather here
By the door
nothing found yet.
The bird
The plate
In the guide
Song
Augury
Where & when
Field note — Eals
Her voice
written without a single e
frame the moor you fancy, scatter a few feathers across it, and go. the app doesn't know where the sheep are; you do.
waking the ground…
The journal
nothing kept yet — the feathers you walk to will be recorded here, each a place you have stood.