I have been watching with delight a house finch make her nest in a honeysuckle bush right outside the back door. She laid three light blue speckled eggs and has sat faithfully day after day even enduring a sand storm one day and rain the next. After baby birds hatched she and the father finch worked hard to feed these little ones. I was looking forward to seeing the new fledglings leave the nest soon. One morning I looked out and the nest was absolutely gone. It must have been an owl or hawk in the night swooping down and carrying off the whole thing. All that work and attention coming to a sad end. Farewell. . .
I have been working on a Quiet book for my granddaughters to use when they are expected to be quiet – at church, in the doctor’s office or maybe on Sunday afternoon. It has been a fun and distracting project, not much pen and ink drawing getting done. But it is fabric art so I really haven’t deviated too much from the creative process. Many of the ideas come from other people – a few are my own. I have moved pictures of the Quiet Book to www.monicaminto.blogspot.com