Archive for March, 2009
new tenants
So, I guess it’s not so springy in other parts of the country today, but it’s getting pretty springy around here. I hear birds outside every morning now, while I’m stuck in bed feeding a squirmy baby who doesn’t think she wants to wake up, but is very happy when she finally does. My parents have a big bird condo in their garden (the bird house is big… it is not for big bird(s)). It has about eight units, and they’re always occupied, as evidenced by the grass/leaves/twigs sticking out of the holes. The bird condo is up on a pole like these ones. They’ve had less success with the tree/fence mounted variety. A squirrel chewed at the hole on one of them until it was big enough for him to move in, and another became a bee hive (um, not to say that poles dissuade bees…).
hens, chicks, and a walrus
Um… note to self: just because succulents look cool, you do not need to go drawing them. I do like succulents, though.
Yeah, I’m not so fond of that drawing, so here’s a quickie walrus portrait I drew to make myself feel better:
So pretty. Walruses factor into a lot of the stories being told around our house these days. You see, the pigeon wants a walrus, and what the pigeon wants, Doodle wants. Check out this walrus. Ha! Must… stop… looking at walrus pictures and go to bed…
Hunca Munca
Poor Hunca Munca found a very pink dollhouse to hang out in. This was going to be a portrait of my own dollhouse, which I became reacquainted with when Doodle found it at the cottage, but… well, it became pink and plastic and pretty darn ugly instead. I also didn’t mean to have a mouse inhabiting the attic, but at least I know where she came from. Out of the set of Beatrix Potter books, Doodle’s current favourite is Two Bad Mice. Wait a minute… I did clean some very mousy looking stuff out of the attic of my dollhouse last summer! I forgot about that. They’re probably in there right now! I’m okay with that, as long as they don’t chew anything up. Years ago, a mouse chewed Chip‘s face off. Seriously – just his face. Not cool.
important message
That’s a lot of birds. We’re just starting to get flocks of migratory birds around here (yeah, I know, this is obviously a fall picture, but birds are birds). What is it about huge groups of birds that is a little disconcerting? Do we simply have Hitchcock to thank, or was he drawing (and preying) on a primordial instinct that tells us that we’re being plotted against. Anyway, this… um, individual doesn’t seem to be too concerned about the birds taking off around him or her/coming out of his or her mouth. Perhaps he or she has not seen this Barbie.
