A day of birds

No snow. The only white, the pure breasts and underwing of the flapwinged lapwing. But the light has been extrordinary today. In my studio I have painted, a picture for dreaming.

With lapwings.

Hark hark, the dogs do bark, 

The beggars are coming to town, 

Some in rags and some in tags,

And one on a velvet gown.

and

Daffy Down Dilly has come up to town,

In a Yellow Petticoat and a Green Gown.

Dogs, water, sand, sunshine.

 Today the air is thick with birdsong.

On Meg Rossof's blog, more on The Dog Man. Wonderul.