For the Birds
oil on canvas
9" x 12"
I've painted many a birdfeeder in my day. Birdfeeder pictures, that is...I'm not a crazy person. This one (that one, up there) happens to hang a hop, skip, and a jump from my back door...twenty feet or so, as the crow flies. I'm pretty sure it was my grandmother's birdfeeder. She took care of those winged-beasts better than I. Proof of this can be found in my lawn from time to time with a bare foot and a screech. Those damned thistles pop up ever year, always in the softest patches of grass where I like to nap, as a result of the multiple feeders my grandmother would fill with thistle seed and place randomly throughout the yard. She loved the goldfinches, you know? Now, each time I impale my foot and frighten every full-bellied bird to rapid flight with ensuing f-word-filled fits, I think of my grandmother, the bird-loving kindergarten teacher who drove an enormous Lincoln and burned most things she cooked. And when I soak those spiny little bastards with "Killzall" weed killer, I think of my grandfather, the bird-indifferent lawncare enthusiast who drove an enormous pickup truck and preferred his meals "well-done."
Sorry about the cursing, Nana. Sorry about the yard, Papu. For better or worse, I'll keep filling the feeders...but I think it might be for the birds.
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23 days 'til Christmas...
