Luckily for him, the answer to this clue had rather literally planted itself right in front of Morgan's face. On the way over to the cattle farm where he'd been feeding lately, he'd passed a more industrially conventional one about a mile short of it, with loads of the grotesque Waanal milling about in plain view. Giving a quick cursory glance to make sure he wouldn't be chastised, he hopped the fence and went about looking for an already shed feather, securing a pristine one after a few minutes and heading off for his breakfast with a smile.
