The skies on the prairies are beyond compare. Vast and blue, more days than not.
The spring migration has begun. I am chronicling their arrivals and am making myself attempt a watercolor of each new bird. This gives me a reason and a subject to paint. I am clearly a beginner but it is something I have always longed to do.
The snow from the storm is melted now. And as the nursery rhyme goes, "March wind doth blow." And she does. Often .Especially in Saskatchewan.
(Dark-eyed Junco)
1 comment:
I love the watercolors, Athena's too! I think we must have Dark-eyed Juncos here too, your picture looks like the sweet little birds that come to my feeder.
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