“Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.” (-Dorothy Parker)

I’m not sure when I first became enamoured of the birds. But anyone who knows me now knows that I love them, and especially the bluebirds. They possess a certain elegance, and conduct themselves gracefully compared to many of the birds we see. Right now, we have a pair nesting in our bluebird house and we’ve seen a good bit of familial activity going on there.

It’s hard to capture the vibrant blue of their feathers in a painting. They are real stunners, and I keep attempting to communicate their beauty, but somehow their essence eludes me.

Some of the perky little ones are adorable. Sketching them is fun, because they’ll tilt their heads or plant their feet in a jaunty fashion that’s very endearing. I happen to love them, and the plants mucking up our yard.

“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing and the lawn mower is broken.”

(-Jack Handy)