Ruffled Feathers

I was watching a green heron stalk tiny air bubbles the other day.  It stood up and ruffled its feathers for a bit. Shortly after that it flew away. Below is a watercolor pencil sketch (sans wash) of that ruffled moment.


I was sitting on the back porch, reading. I was wearing my red hoodie to as shade to the sun. There was a buzzing behind my head. I’ve lived in California long enough to become used to hummingbirds, so I knew one was checking me out. It was ever so brief. I felt like a […]

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