Acrylic on Board 5 x 7
There is something so cheery about a red cardinal against a perfect blue sky.
This little fellow landed on my porch railing and cried for his mom for over two hours. I was afraid he was in need of rescue, but I also knew that a feathered fledgling is closely watched and not abandoned. Eventually he got up the nerve to fly to a near by shrub for safety. I hoped mom just lost track of time chatting with the other robins in the neighborhood, and would return soon. A few days later I saw him and his sibling and best of all there was errant mom helping them in their search for worms.
Robin at sundown in the bird bath. Golden hour light brings out the best colors.
I often wonder what happens to "my" wolves when they get transferred to a different facility. As a critically endangered animal Mexican Grey wolves are managed in captive breeding programs. They sacrifice their freedom for the good of their species. All in all not a terrible life. They are well cared for, receive medical attention, and never have to worry where their next meal is coming from. They aren't in danger of being shot either. So is it a fair trade? You would have to ask a wolf.
Someone once told me that the true harbinger of Spring is not when the cardinal begins singing his mating call, but when he sings it from the highest point in the landscape. I don't know if this is true, but it sounded good.
Walking my dog in the early morning I hear the music of the tree tops. The tap tap tap of the woodpeckers providing the rhythm track for the cardinals and robins singing their signature songs.
My Blue Jays are starting to cache their extra peanuts in my garden. I'm happy they have made me a regular stop on their route because that means they will keep coming back. Although they don't stop by at the same time or even every day, my dog has learned their calls have meaning to me, and when he hears them, he barks to let me know so I can run outside with their peanuts.
A fledgling sparrow just out of the nest perches on a wire in the golden light of the sundown.
This crow looks pretty proud of himself, I don't know what he's done but I bet it was clever.
“The human race’s prospects of survival were considerably better when we were defenseless against tigers than they are today when we have become defenseless against ourselves.” — Arnold J. Toynbee