I was going to take a day off art activities today, ha!
The muse rules.
I was having breakfast this morning out in the garden,
basking in the balmy autumn sun, when I espied a blackbird. It wasn’t just any blackbird. It was the lame blackbird with a withered leg. I hadn’t seen him all summer and assumed he
had gone to bird heaven. Ever since I
had moved into this house 4 years ago he has with his mate visited pecking away
at insects and worms that my garden provides.
I was so happy
to see him, I heard some squawking and looked up and sure enough there was his
mate on the washing line. She was
squawking a warning! One of my cats, Bro
was meandering along the path; he stopped and went into hunt mode. Then something miraculous happened! He suddenly sat up, made a peculiar chirpy
noise and the one legged blackbird hopped closer to him and its mate started to
sing!
I was speechless; Bro just sat there and watched the
little bird hop about collecting bits of worms from the grass. At one stage they were only about a metre
apart and Bro made no effort to hunt it.
So I had to go inside and do a sketch, well, a couple
of hours later the sketch turned into this journal page.
Yes, the muse rules!
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