Sunday, December 19, 2010

Plotting, planning, later, painting.

Up early, walking and thinking then home to hot chocolate. Feeding the birds takes longer every day as more and more come. Almost so tame now that they cover the feeders while I am filling them. Little do they know that I am only luring them in so that I can make a bird pie!



  1. Sing a song of sixpence. . . . -- I love your "half-handers" -- what we call fingerless gloves. Very colorful. Chocolate in a cheetah mug!

  2. Now that wouldn't be a 'four and twenty blackbirds' kind of pie, would it?! :)