Growing Up Behind the Garage!

She was a great mother

though Handy Hubby reckons

that is the father.

All of a sudden it seemed

all four heads were covered in feathers....

.....One teetered on the edge.....

....and flew into the undergrowth by the stream.

Within four days the nest was empty.

And now we can't tell who is who among all the robins

bobbing about the garden.

In a flash

all grown up.

Makes me wonder how these two munchkins

are getting on.

We had the privilege of having them cross our path

way back in 2016.

Feather Fashions

Boldly striped

and speckled hints of stripes.

Misty greys dipped in marshmallow whites.

 Blacks and whites streaked with blue.

Polka-dots of night and day.

Snow tipped.

A swoosh of black.

Working in the Background of my Mind

As I stitch on the Rusty Gate

thoughts of how to develop the next rusty piece are percolating.

This one has always been about feathers to me.

Feathers like this.

Or this.

One of my favourite things is to dye a piece of fabric

then sit back and see what story it reveals.

I've been trying to identify the feathers on a photograph.

Some don't work and will be rejected, but things are gelling.

Percolating cannot be rushed.

Good thing too

because there's lots more stitching to be done elsewhere!