Birds at the Feeder

I enjoy watching birds at the feeder, not so much the squirrels, or an errant deer. I started a wool embroidery which I call birds at the feeder—but of the little gray birds who winter over—with spring migrations I’m seeing a few new visitors—a pop of bright yellow as an American Goldfinch, a busy excitable flock of Bohemian waxwings, footprints in fresh snow, on neighbor’s roof, and a lot of chittering! In the woods we watch for the first bluebirds, flocks of snow or Canadian geese. Robins are colorful residents staring in the windows—everyone busy nestmaking and feeding.

In the collections here at the Histo, is an amazing folio of Audubon prints. It was quietly on display for a brief time, our carpenter made a support for this overlarge folio. When paper works are kept in proper conditions (dark, climate and humidity controlled), the quality and colors are pristine! Audubon’s studies are breathtaking, his detail exacting, yet capturing movement, life.