A good morning buzz on my phone wakes me up. I should be getting up now. The koel has been calling me out too long. As I struggle to open my heavy eyelids in my garden, a bunch of sparows flutters away like kids after a prank. The robin seems to be sharing a private joke with the eucalyptus tree. A bunch of pigeons flutters past in the sky just as an eagle comes gliding in the breeze. The mynas…how much they have to talk in the morning. As I go in to make my coffee, the barbet starts persuading me to come back. I’ll be right back, I say. Just hold on to the crimson hue in the sky for me please….good morning!
Loved this one … like your family of little birds … each with its own personality. .. and all of them like little children clamouring for your attention!
You should start painting birds too now !
Thank you Sheyna.
Thank you Sheyna. They are family indeed. They have their spiritual sense and essence in my paintings