I haven't been up to much lately. It's been hot and muggy and the energy level hovers around zero. I'm not motivated to start anything that takes any thought, whatsoever.
I made two postcards yesterday:
Last night our neighbor came by. He had a stray in his backyard and, as he said to my husband, "Well, you're a vet! Of course I thought of you!" Little did he know that I am the bird whisperer, not the vet. Anyone missing one of these?
***addendum. Apparently Edgar, or somecat did find him first. Later that day, he fluttered to the cage floor and passed away in my hands. It was as he was gasping for breath that I noticed the puncture wound under his wing. At least he knew someone had tried to help him.
Art with Grandma
2 days ago