I have enjoyed watching the birds around my studio through the winter, spring, and summer (when I haven't had to chase them away from the tomato plants). I have had the opportunity to see their bright red and blue feathers stand out in contrast to the fresh snow; I have watched in awe and wonder (under the protective watch of both mother and father) as their babies hatched and learn to fly; I've observed in delight as they playfully chased one another and splashed in the puddled water from the spring showers; and I have endured the most bazaar calling from an unknown bird that perches in the eave of the window to my studio (thank goodness he doesn't make an daily house call!) I all this to say, that I have begun to sketch these feathered friends and perhaps will do a small series of paintings. Inspiration!
