I’ve been painting with a group of local artists on Wednesdays. This week I’m playing with my new Derwent Inktense products, a set of 36 pencils and 36 blocks. I keep Wednesday’s appointment for art time as faithfully as life permits. I’ve discovered that I stay motivated even after our meeting. After both the painting and I rest overnight, I can see the work with a fresh viewpoint. I revise or finish my effort done in the meeting and hope I don’t overwork it. A simple still life was yesterday’s effort. After tinkering with the still life for about an hour, I called it done and signed it. After I photographed it, I tinkered some more. New ideas came to mind. Since I had my supplies out, I taped a small piece of watercolor paper on a clipboard and drew the view from my kitchen window. Another hour of painting and the small work “Neighbors” is the result. I love how concentration on art creation drives all other worries from mind.
source for Neighbors
as we found him
Wednesday evening as I was returning home, I saw a hawk sitting inches from the white line at the edge of the road. I suspected he had been hit by a car. I pulled off the road and called Jan Ferrell (aka Mother of Orphans), who is a naturalist at Ohio Bird Sanctuary. Her advice was to throw a blanket over him and put him in a box in a dark quiet place overnight until the Sanctuary would open in the morning. I was less than a mile from home, so I called my sister to get a hawk-sized box and meet me in a few minutes. When we returned to the bird with blanket and box, other people were there also intending to rescue him. I was pleased to know others also cared to help. Since I already had blanket and box at the ready, I easily captured the dazed victim. He was surprisingly light and offered no resistance. He was still upright and alive in the morning, so we got him in to the Sanctuary shortly after it opened. Executive Director Gail Laux received him, confirming that he was a young male, underweight and with a few external parasites, but no broken appendages. I left him to the expert care at the Sanctuary, but have his case number so I can check on his progress. I was so glad to do my part to increase the little guy’s prospects for survival.
at Ohio Bird Sanctuary
I’m out and about again, feeling better. Picking strawberries and back to weeding the yard and garden. I found another vacated rabbit nest when I weeded under the apple tree.
While mama Phoebe was out foraging this morning, I peeked at her peeps. They are living on top of the ceiling fan on my front porch. I only look once a week. Four weeks ago I saw 5 tiny pale eggs laid, then there were two weeks of incubation with mama present almost all the time. They hatched last week – a mass of pink and grey that was uncountable. Today all babies look healthy, beginning to feather out, with 5 distinct yellow beaks. The nest is so crowded, I can see the babies’ heads above the sides of the nest.
I’ve been away from posting on this blog far too long. Today I’m home ill, trying to endure feeling miserable by looking at a lovely day outside the window. The light catches maple seeds drifting down, thick enough to be mistaken for a swarm of insects at first glance. They spiral as they fall…graceful tiny helicopters.
I stepped outside to snap a picture of the fallen seeds on the deck. I wonder what percentage of the seeds that land on the lawn will sprout.
I am labeling and sorting the photos that I took in the last year. I have a 32GB SD card in my camera, so there are a lot of images to go through before I can clear my card and begin again. Here are some favorites I took last March when I was able to put a big checkmark next to the item on my bucket list: Spend a day at the Berlin Zoo.
It is a magic morning. I hiked around our farm at 7 am this morning. I would ordinarily be lazing in a warm bed at this hour but I have two waifs to care for until I can find homes for them. Today’s task is making and distributing we-need-a-home-posters for these cute, loving puppies that someone abandoned.
It is actually above freezing at ground level but cold in higher altitudes creating this sticky, fluffy snow. I couldn’t resist taking more photos of trees to add to the thousand or so already loaded into my computer. It looks very bright outside despite lack of direct sun because so much light reflects from the snow. A local author has described this part of the world as “almost paradise”. I agree.
We need a home.
Posted in Nature
Since it had rained last night, I did not need to begin the day tending plants, so I headed to the studio to paint. As I drove up to the studio I alarmed a flock of wild turkeys and a whitetail doe. The doe gave me a clue by looking back instead of just fleeing. Hidden in the grass was her fawn…too young to run with her. I took a few photos, but the fawn flattened itself to the ground and I could not get a photo with the face visible. I wonder if fawns, like human young children, think you can’t see them if they can’t see you.
I spent most of the day painting “Wintercorn”, drawn from a photo I took about two years ago. I have imagined the image as an artwork for a long time. So far, it is coming along nicely. As I worked until 7 p.m., my sweet husband cooked for both of us. My rat trap caught a chipmunk and is reset. I figured out where to plant the hostas. I picked asparagus and lettuce from the garden. I dutifully trotted on my treadmill and did not overeat. The clover, daisies, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, iris and multiflora roses are in bloom. It is a good day.