We’ve recently put up two bird feeders right outside my craft room window, and there is a little Robin who hasn’t yet built up enough courage to take a turn on the feeder. Now I’m guessing that’s because of the following two reasons:-
- Maisie. Miniscule cat who has a ‘second name’ of: Squeaky, because that’s how she sounds when she meows. Squeaky cat has, since the bird feeders have been put in place, taken to sitting on a little table we have in the garden – for it gives her the perfect view of the bird feeders. Aaaand we all know why that is. But the little Robin has very good eyesight and can clearly see that there is a monster in the garden, so he/she I think, is waiting for Squeaky to be snoozing in the house, before he jumps down off the fence and has a little nibble.
- Magpies and Pigeons. Magpies … well I’m surprised quite frankly that they visit anymore since Squeaky jumped up from where she was hiding and grabbed Mr.Magpie around the body and held him, mid-air, in a big ol’ cat hug …. that was until I shouted her name and clapped my hands SO loudly that it scurred her and she let him go.
The pigeons … I have no idea why they come, they seem unable to plot a course to actually land on the big feeder dish itself, and so go through this elaborate dance on the decorative curved metal top of the one feeder, trying to grip it with their big chunky toes and failing miserably. I sit in my craft room watching them from the window, bemused at their lack of agility, and their stupidness. All the flapping of their wings is like cat morse code and Alf Capone will lift his weary head and watch for a while … however he can’t be bothered to drag his weary you know what out of his bed – not for a pigeon. (Apparently Pigeon is not good enough for Mr. Capone). But Squeaky? Aw … she’s game. She’ll attempt to catch anything if it has the audacity to be alive. But … so far, there has been no pigeon burials. So far. So good.
So … anyhoo … (back to the storyline Cobs!!!) about the Robin… He visits our garden and stands on the fence and sings for all he’s worth. He’s the most delightful little chap and doesn’t seem overly frightened of me. I’ve stood with him in the garden and chatted to him as he’s sung to me. So lovely is he, that I thought about him on Friday as I was wondering what to paint and it struck me that the Little Robin Redbreast was THE very thing that I should paint. So I did.
It’s erm … not an exact picture of him, but more the way the memory of him in my heart sees him.
I hope the little Robin does, one day, when Squeaky cat isn’t around, plucks up his courage and comes to the bird table and has a nibble of something wonderful there. And I also hope that I happen to be looking out of the craft room window when he does come for lunch, as I’d love to see him finally having a bite to eat on my feeder.
This little Robin was painted in ATC / ACEO size of 2.5″x 3.5″.
Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee with me. It’s lovely to see you here and I’m so thankful to you for visiting. Please feel free to leave a chat behind via a message. I promise I’ll answer.
May your Sunday be spent in a way which fills you with happiness. If you can … share your happiness. Say good morning to someone you pass along the road as you go for your paper. Smile at someone and share your warmth. But if either of those things aren’t really your ‘thing’, then ... perhaps you could pray, or just send good wishes, for someone you happen to pass on the street or even who walks past your house today when you’re looking out of the window. Pray for a stranger. Or, if you’re not a believer then simply send out really good wishes for that person, and push those wishes out of your head so that if the Universe is listening at that precise moment then it might just agree with you and grants that person your wish. Wouldn’t that be brilliant?
Have a truly beautiful day. Be good to yourself …. and where-ever you happen to go today, may your God go with you.
Sending love ~