While I was blissfully napping this afternoon Wyatt Earp brought a bird in the house for a playdate. Guess where the bird was when I awoke? Perched atop a window frame in my art room. Poor thing. Not only was he a very sweet little birdie but, he responded very well to my advanced flight direction hand signals and flew right out the front door. (When your house is only 650 square feet this is not as difficult as it sounds.) Monk’s sister is going to be very disapproving of the downy feathers scattered about. Good thing I’ll be at work when she arrives Thursday to do battle with all things dirty and out of order.
This vividly inked and watercolored mailart from Vinnie was in my box when I arrived home today. I like the teeny tiny inked words making their way across the portrait. Seeing this in my mailbox made my heart skip a beat. I mean, is this cool or what? Thanks Vinnie!
On my last trip to Carmel this past winter, I managed to capture the blue bird of paradise AND this bird on a wire within a few minutes of each other. I post them in honor of the poor birdy who had the misfortune of being caught today by W.E. the bird whisperer.