Moran was a man who lived in Shrule. He had two sons, Pat and Mike. He was a brushmaker and he used to go to Dalgan pulling heath with his sons. He had an uncle in Headford a goldsmith who used to visit him once a week. One Friday as Moran and his sons were pulling heath they found a beautiful feather under a tree. They brought it home and showed it to their uncle. When he saw it he said if they got the bird which lost