A Hundred Days of Art, day 49

Today it is my Starlings, I love their chatter and miss them in the summer. Come November there will be huge flocks of them in the fields and if they are disturbed they rise together and stream overhead with a deafening beating of wings.

A Hundred Days of Art, day 38.

Another page from my little Wren book. There are at least two wrens in the garden, they are usually seen searching for insects in the nooks and crannies of the old stone wall. This one is in watercolour and ink.

A Hundred Days of Art, day 33.

Today it is Archie, we named him three years ago when he started coming to the garden to be fed. So his name has nothing to do with a certain baby. He taps on the door to get my attention and then eats sunflower hearts from my hand.

A Hundred Days of Art, day 24

This is Albert or it might be Bathsheba, I can’t tell the difference. It is one of the pair of wood pigeons that walk past my window as I work. I can see them out of the corner of my eye but the moment I look up at them they seem to know and sidle off, trying to look innocent.