Winter is finally here, with its crisp, clear sunshine; blustery wind; and twittering birds flocking to the feeders to fill their bellies and keep warm. And with the always entertaining squirrels chasing one another in trees and scouring the deck for seeds the birds drop. I've had a fairly full schedule recently, so when I'm home, I savor the quiet minutes I carve out to sit, usually with either Petra or Acadia warming my lap, watching the lively world of our deck, and sipping hot green tea (I have a new favorite-- Dragon's Well green tea-- yumm! It has a mild chestnut-like flavor, and I love chestnuts.)
As always, I sit with sketchbook in hand (actually balanced on Petra or Acadia, who are remarkably obliging), doing many partial sketches, as my subjects are rarely still for more than a moment. I sometimes spend a few seconds here and there over a couple of days on each sketch, coming back to them as the bird or squirrel is again briefly in that same pose.
I'm getting to know the three squirrels who regularly visit our deck- a large male, a large female, and a smaller female, who I'm guessing is a late summer baby from last year. The male is here the most, and when the female isn't here, he spends all his time eating. When the female is here, he spends almost all his time following her around. The youngster is a bit more reddish than her elders, and I'm wondering if that is a factor of her age or if she's just more reddish by nature. She isn't here as often as the adults, and she moves away if they approach here. I'll be watching her over the coming months to see whether she becomes more gray.
|Here I am at about 15 or 16 with Roy, a squirrel with a broken leg that my veterinarian asked me to care for|