Living in the High Desert of the American Southwest, I have a chance to feed and watch a wide variety of birds. I can trace the trajectory of hawks as they wheel tirelessly in the mountain updrafts; watch a pair golden eagles roosting on the branch of a dead tree on the top of my mesa; study the raucous fights among the feeding bluejays; and try to draw the endless bobbing and flapping of the sparrows and finches, seeing if I can capture something of the pugnacious vitality that must have characterized the Conference of the Birds.
This is the fourth of the six different “Bird Watching” pieces in the series, each of which poses the question “who is watching who?”.
The original size is 8.25″ x 6.25”
English