Here are Glenn Nevill’s photographs, the whole scene starting at picture two taking place in one second’s time, of lunch delivery of the San Francisco falcons. Eat and run!
Meantime, one of my fellow falcon enthusiasts came over today. I was hoping the Cooper’s hawk would make an appearance for her, but no such luck, although she did enjoy the show the birdfeeder put on.
Hilary’s the one I was looking for Edgar for. I never did find him, but I did find some good roving to share. She’s into needlefelting–and her work is so exquisite I wanted to run show it to my parents, especially my dad the art de
Because she came with a surprise.
She had had to trim the body down a bit, she told me, because the feet weren’t supporting it. (It looks perfect to me!) She’d had the proportions just so the first time.
I’ve done a very little bit of felting, but I’ve never tried anything remotely like this. You’d have to be able to visualize what you want and then know just how to make it come out like that, not to mention doing all that actual work. It takes the eye of an artist. My pictures didn’t quite capture it, but she got it just so right down to the toenails.
I am reminded of Sandra Boynton’s lesson on how to mold chocolate bunnies: “Take one block of chocolate, 4x4x7 feet. Chip away all pieces that do not contribute to an overall impression of rabbitittity.” Uh, yeah.
She told me it’s a tiercel, ie, a male, tiercel meaning “third” and males being a third smaller than females. That tummy tuck and all that.
So. He had a hard time standing up on his feet, had to have abdominal surgery, and is thinner now but can stay up just fine now and is ready to take on my world. My stars, could this little tiercel be any more perfect?!
His name hasn’t come to me yet. But it will.
I typed that, looked at it, and thought, Malcolm? Hmm. Maybe.
Hilary, you’re wonderful! And it is absolutely beautiful.