If it weren’t already painfully obvious that watching the bird feeder is prime entertainment in my household, I guess it is now. Seriously, though – does there exist some kind of bird/squirrel 6th sense involving newly-filled birdfeeders? I imagine this being one in a series of drawings documenting a knock-down-drag-out over the contents of the feeder. I’ll put my money on the crows.
Happy winter solstice! I had nothing going on in the idea department this week, so here is a husband-suggested drawing. We finally got a nice layer of snow to hibernate under here in New England – just in time!
The day I drew this picture, there were at least a dozen crows in our backyard. They were strutting around, scaring off the squirrels, and just generally being intimidating. Doodle has been trying to say “crow” all week, I think. It sounds suspiciously like his words for “car” and “cookie,” though, so I’m not sure if he’s really trying to say “crow,” or if the crows have gotten to him and are using him in an attempt to procure treats and transportation.