This is a surprise for my friend, Kary, who loves owls. I know he looks serious, and he is. An owl of few words. As soon as the sun slid behind a hill, he rose from his seat, flapped his great wings once, and glided away. One of his feathers fell away and drifted right onto the table. I've left it there for you to see.
Fred Mears, the rabbit was altogher different. Full of friendliness and charming stories of the district. I hope to tell you some at a future date.
In my pottery life, I've got a firing in the kiln and will be listing tomorrow.
4 comments:
Hi Julie-Enjoying your blog again!
Your animal portraits are not only beautiful, but these animals have truly come to life.
Thanks for sharing with all of us.
Xoxo
Oh, you make me smile... Awaiting my dear friend, the hedgehog...
Your animal portraits remind me of my childhood books of Mother Westwind.
Love to you,
Barbara
These portraits are just charming.
I love them so much. I feel like I am living in the english countryside with the animals.
xxx
Kary
every piece you create Julie are enchanting and utterly beautiful!
Delila
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