A Feather In My Clock? Someone's Being Original

Before I start I'll just say that before I posted this story here, I actually posted it on a partner site-a ghost story one. I later found this one and wasn't sure where the story fit in, so I decided to post on both.

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I suppose I should start with a tiny bit about me, with this being my first post. I'm 13, female, and I have no brothers or sisters. I have a pet dog who will probably be mentioned, but my other animals probably won't. Lastly, I love feathers, and I collect them, from big flight feathers to little fluffy "chicken butt" ones.

Alright, let's get to this story, shall we?

I've been away from home for some time, spending time on a holiday with my mum. My parents don't live together any more, but it doesn't bother me. My point is that no one was home, and my dog was staying with friends. No one had a key to our house but us, ether.

Now, when I got home, I walked into my room to dump some stuff on my bed. While in there, I noticed my alarm clock, which I keep on the bench beside my bed (of course) was ticking weirdly. I thought that it needed a battery change even though the time was right, so I went out to help my mum and then, before going to bed, took a battery with me and opened up the back of it. When you open the back, there's a box in the middle that has all the wiring and such. Outside of that box is empty space, and there's a lot of it. I'd never put anything in it though-it was a good stash place but it hadn't occurred to me to put stuff in it.

I have mentioned my feather collection earlier. Said collection sits in a basket on the other side of the room. I'd checked that, too, and it was still way over there.

When I opened the back of the clock, there was a feather in it. A little "chicken butt" feather (a small fluffy one). If there was any way it could have gone in then I wouldn't be writing about it. So, needless to say, there was no way for it to get in unless someone opened the back of the clock and put it in there. I asked my mum if she'd touched my feather collection and she said that she hadn't.

I shrugged it off, put it back in the basket where it belonged, and was about to change the battery-but then I realized that the ticking had sounded normal again once took the back off it and so I didn't bother.

That was last night. I haven't checked again, but I'm still a little puzzled. It definitely happened, too. I asked my mum this morning if I had asked her if she'd touched my feather collection and she said I did, so I didn't dream it.

So I guess my questions are obvious. How? Why? What or Who?

Thanks guys.