In my home reside a number of odd wooden figures; some of these have birds perched atop their heads; as though both man and beast share souls. They stand as testimony to an earlier, less busy phase of my life.
Today, Robin held his hands aloft for a reluctant five minutes while I sketched. Then I went to the birch trunk, hefted its bulk upright and, after much rumination, painted brush strokes for shoulders and forearms.
Then I sat astride the log and, with chisel and mallet, embarked, finally, upon the figure
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