This week I have a new design available at my Redbubble Shop! I am really proud of this one. I had been eyeing up some round canvas paintings an acquaintance of mine was creating, and decided to ask for some at Christmas this last year. My husband obliged me, and this is the first put to good use.
I have proven to myself that birds are something I am gifted in painting, but flowers are different. I usually struggle with getting the depth I desire, or the delicate details my mind is picturing. This is an example of one of my best attempts. I am proud of it, so am excited to make it available for other people to enjoy.
The Mourning Dove is not a creature I ever thought about before our first homeschool unit last September. There are several pairs that call our neighborhood home, and a few of them even wintered here instead of flying south. Our feeder was a welcome buffet.
Their call is a haunting song of love.
I was captured by the beauty of the European starling in our lessons. Aggressive, invasive in North America, and so aware of its own striking appearance.
I do not need to hide, I am emperor of the skies.
They exude confidence, wrapped in shimmering tones.
The European Robin is much smaller than its cousin from North American. This little guy is fragile and lively.
Curiosity becomes a common trait in generation that live around people, but experience little danger.
Hear his whooing coo Calling out for you The safety of his perch With earnestness his search Colours softest hues Browns, with pink and blues He seeks his lady fair Will she make a pair? – She chooses carefully Softest brown her artistry Weaves a bed of love Soft as a velvet glove To hold her clutch of two Cover them from view They sit together well Despite the storms that swell – Together love as one Until their brood has won With milk their squabs they raise Within their infant phase When the seasons done Goodbye to summer sun Come again next spring Together on the wing