The Birdhouse

I am bird nerd. Always ways always will be. A good portion of my life is spent just looking out the window studying their activities. Not a minute of it a waste.

They have dismantled the house across the road where the pigeons were nesting, I knew the day would come. They were bold and held on till the end but they have moved on now.  Their home of many years is nothing but an expanse of sky between two walls. I still see them flying though. A swathe of silver circles the rooftops before ducking and dipping out of sight. A marvel that lifts my soul each and every time I catch it.

My dream is to one day have a house with a garden and in that garden there will be a tree with a bird or two or three or more.

Birds mean home to me. I want them to take me with them. Home.

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Forest Fire (Pastels)

Day 100.

This is me.

Come Away (Felt pen)

Day 59.

Been thinking about all this sharing I’m doing here and am beginning to have some mixed feelings about it. Maybe I’m over stretching myself. Perhaps a hundred was too ambitious… Perhaps I don’t want to share as much as I thought I did. Perhaps it is merely the over the hump stage of hesitation and doubts causing me to reflect on what my objectives and needs are now and if they have changed since I began this project almost two months ago.

I am not too concerned and will be guided by my instincts as they rarely let me down, Irish selkie child that I am.

Thanks for reading.

Birdlife (Oil pastel).

Day 45.

As long as there are birds outside I tend to count my blessings. Am looking forward to the starlings returning later in the year. Its a sport I indulge in watching them hop along the telegraph wires just beyond my bedroom window. Swapping positions one up, one down, like they’re making room for each other, A civilised conference and not much hanging about.

Their song is a sweet substitute for the lack of sun in the morning.