Icy bird

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She walks across the ice to reach the water, strutting her stuff with only a few slight slides as her claws slip on the frozen surface.

The cold is penetrating despite the weak winter sunlight. The birds feet are not Feathered, she must have antifreeze in her blood. Bigger birds like ducks can force their way through but she can stand on it, weight spread by big toes.

She can reach the grain and bread I threw that landed on the ice, even though its only millimetres thick.

Living through winter must be tough. Birds are not being fed enough because people have been told not to feed them bread but people are not feeding the birds grain or duck food.

Life survives although cold kills, with care the balance is maintained.

Finished Owl

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He’s finished ! Took a while….

I have been a bit “off” lately, I’ve wanted to finish a couple of paintings but haven’t felt up to it. To do art you have to concentrate, work out what you are doing, then act on it. I could think what I wanted to do but could not do it. I think I had been working so hard towards the two craft fairs I did a couple of weeks ago that I had run out of steam. So it’s good to be able to paint again. I love this little owl, he’s only tiny but I think he’s a real character. He should be going to a new owner today.

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Little Owl

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I’m painting a Little owl for a friend. I started it on Saturday, and need to get it finished. 

I think these are the smallest owls found in Britain. 

I love the piercing eyes, the ruffled feathers. I’m adding Holly in the background to make it more seasonal. It’s another acrylic on canvas, which I find works best for me with this type of subject. 

It’s a commission and already sold so I had better get a move on and get it finished. 

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Small Little Owl

1544289754333-448696886this is another work in progress. Little owl, acrylic on canvas.

The smallest species of owl in the country I think. I’m adding holly branches to make it more seasonal.

The picture is about 6 inches by 4 inches. I want to work on the feathers and legs and feet.

Those eyes look like they  are about to blink at me, and I can imagine the soft but strong feathers fluffed up against a north wind…

As the nursery rhyme goes. .

The North Wind shall blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what shall poor Robin do then?

Poor thing!

He’ll sit in a barn,

And kerp himself warm,

And tuck his head under his wing

Poor thing!

Robin

We saw a Robin at a garden centre yesterday. He was flitting through the plants and as I walked towards him he would move on. Then it got to the end of the row and just sat there so I quickly snapped a couple of pictures of it.

His (or her) red breast shone out against the dull brown of the dormant plants

I thought I would try and write a simple haiku to celebrate the bird…..

Red Robin here then
Gone with a quick flit of air
Wings take you away

I’m not sure I have mastered the style yet. But I enjoy trying.