Happy Birday, acrylic/collage, 5 x 7, Elizabeth Seaver
Oh my...do I have a story about nests. One less appetizing than meant to be in the painting above.
Sunday afternoon, I heard much commotion outside my kitchen window and looked out to see two robins in a very agitated state. They were flying away and back to a tree at the bottom of our driveway. The flights were short and jerky and the birds were making alarming sounds.
I went to stand below the tree and saw a nest in the crook of two small branches which I had not noticed before. And wrapped around the tree with its head in the nest was a long black snake. The birds dove at it again and again, trying to drive the serpent away.
I stood below in a quandary. My instinct was to pull the snake out of the tree by its tail and fling it into outer Mongolia. But truly, how long could I keep it from coming back? Was I going to set up camp in the ivy to guard the little ones?
Finally I came to the painful realization that this was nature at work, and it really wasn't my job to interfere.
Soon, the snake reversed its way down the tree and disappeared into the undergrowth. The male and female robins fluttered around the nest a little while, but I have not seen them near it today. I don't even know whether there were eggs in the nest or peeplings. Sigh...signs are not favorable for their survival.
On a happier note, I am having such fun painting little things, and several paintings have gone to good homes lately, including the duck in a beach chair from the last post and the two paintings below.
Evening, acrylic, 6 x 18
Midnight, acrylic 6 x 18
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