When I was younger, I used to hold a grudge against birds, because I was told that they evolved from dinosaurs. Now, when I was a child, I thought that if something evolved from another thing, it was a positive thing. Like it attained a greater, more powerful form.
What I failed to understand is that it was more functional for survival, and not functional for making me go, "whooooaaaa" in awe. So I hated birds with a passion because I somehow blamed them for the reason why dinosaurs didn't exist anymore. Again, I wasn't the smartest of children.
As a result, I'm not the biggest fan of feathers, either. Don't put them in my pillows. Don't put them in my wind-chimes or hanging from girls' hair or earrings at Burning Man.