Poppies

A close-up of my sketchbook. I really like how this black ink separates into different colours when water is washed over it. My clever niece reminded me of how chromatography works. Thanks, A! Here's a link I found that explains more.

A page from my sketchbook

Something to prolong the summer.

A sad story

When I opened the curtains this morning I jumped when I saw a bird of prey lying on it's back underneath the patio doors. I thought at first that it had broken it's beak but it was in perfect condition. I thought back and remembered hearing a thud on the roof. Did this bird fall out of the sky?

It is currently lying on the balcony just in case it came back to life and so the local cats wouldn't get it. It turned out to be a Sparrow Hawk and it is incredibly beautiful. I felt that I had to draw it - I would have felt awful if I hadn't - don't ask me why.

Now, what do we do with it?

Sparrow Hawk

Such a pretty face. It almost looks as though it's alive with it's eyes open like this.

Beautiful markings.

Amazing yellow legs and feet.

This is how I found it. It was a bit of a shock. I really hoped it was just stunned but unfortunately not.