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!