plucked

This is a view of the still frozen mouth of the porcupine river just a mile before it feeds the Yukon. At this little cliff more than a few geese had been plucked and feathers were stuck to everything, and blowing in the wind. Every once in a while we venture down a new trail and find a whole new world of breathtaking. New worlds are just around every corner here, even 16 months in.