Coming up the stairs after a walk around the back yard, where I found two halves of a light blue . . . BRB. Gonna get my camera and show you . . .
See? They live in the vent space above the stove. There’s an entire family with several newborns because they chirp all day and into the evening. Before they were born . . . Never mind. This isn’t about them so I’ll save it for later. The birds reminded me of a friend. She’s a New Zealander, and she often told me I was a box of birds. That brought on memories of the baby biddies that came in the mail when I was a girl. My grandmother ordered little yellow biddies that grew into chickens. Those biddies were shipped in boxes. A box of baby chicks were indeed a box of berds. So I shuffled on upstairs, found a pencil grabbed a sketchbook and commenced to drawing.
Yes, I have a box for a model. It sat in the hallway just outside the door. Things went well until I had to move it. The perspective changed along with the light and view point. Then the marker bled in a weird way, and I (Don’t ask why.) drew a black line . . . I know what’s wrong! I haven’t eaten all day. When I do I will draw another box of berds.
No wonder Shadrach looked askance at the drawing. Like he can talk with his own imperfections. Ha!