As the Suet Spins..

The continuing story of a bird, another bird, a third bird, some other birds, many many birds

and a little bit of suet.

It was a cold yet sunny day.

The wily woodpecker whistled..

“Mine! All mine! The suet is all mine!

Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!”

A woodpecker and suet in the snow..

“Ahem” the lady cardinal quietly coughed.

A female cardinal and a woodpecker.

“Yeeeeeeees?”

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“Did you..you…eat…all..of the suet!!!!!” the vivacious vixen gasped.

“I did! I did eat the suet!” whispered the woodpecker as he bowed his head in shame.

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“But I Still Adore You!” said the woodpecker in an overly dramatic capitalized way.

“Please!” he continued “Eat The Rest!”

“Okay, mmph, mmph, mmph.” she mumbled with a face full of suet.

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“Oh no! Your boyfriend is coming! I’m outta here!”

“Heeyyyyyyyyy!” Squeaked the Red One.

“You Vixen!” he squawked.

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“Oh Dirk!” She sobbed.

“I’m leaving you.”

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Dirk looked around in confusion.

He appeared to be all alone.

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(cue dramatic music)

Dadada Dum

Stay tuned until next time.

When Dirk meets a suspiciously scurrilous sparkling sparrow.

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Will he survive the suspicious scurrilous sparkling sparrow’s speech?

Will the vivacious vibrant vixen vamoose?

Will the wily woozy woodpecker wallow wearily with wanton whistles ?

Stay tuned..

As the Suet Spins..

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015

From Heron in…

I surely will know

That sometimes herons stay

Even where there is snow!

A blue heron fishing in an icehole..

A blue heron fishing..

A blue heron fishing..

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A blue heron fishing in icy waters..

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Strange but cool.

Please excuse the fuzziness, I was hiding, albeit badly, behind some reeds.

Judging by the look on his face in the last photo, he found me.

What a glare!

So I guess I’m “It”.

Hide!

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First hummingbird!

There he is!

I’m serious there is a hummingbird in that apple tree.
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appletree©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014

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Can’t see it? That’s okay.

Sometimes things are hiding in plain sight.

sammybubble©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014.

Can you see it?

hummertree©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

Come a little closer…

Too close!! Too close!!

sammylaugh©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014.

Phew. There he is.

hummer1©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2014.

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Mmmm, that apple tree smelled delicious.

This painting was for a friend. It’s 11 x 14 inches, acrylic on canvas.

karem2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014.

And this acrylic, 4×4 inches is of a friend’s dog.

He made this face right after he nipped at my husband.

He’s working on not nipping and this face made me laugh!

bulldog2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014.

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Have a good one!

I’ll be back soon…I’m writing poetry again.

Mwah ha ha ha!! (that’s my evil laugh!)

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A toad beat up my dog…

So Sampson the Wonder Dog got himself into a little altercation.

He went under the deck and decided to catch himself a toad. Then he took it for a walk.

And the toad was not happy.

And then Sammy was foaming and rolling around being sick from both ends at the same time..and well that’s more then enough about that.

So he ended up in the shower with me washing his mouth out over and over and over and over…

And then he had to take a bath.

That was one sick little dog. And mad to boot, he hates baths.

The toad was fine. I did have to read him the “Wind in the Willows” to apologize though.

When Sammy was feeling better, I asked him what possessed him to carry around a toad. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “I am a Carnivore.” as if that explained anything.

But it reminded me of the many carnivorous animals I was lucky enough to see at the zoo.

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Zebra, what are you laughing at?

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Carnivorous animals are meat eaters not carnival animals..

Pardon?

No, I can’t see you behind that tree..very clever.

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Yes Hyena, I know you can see him but don’t tell him that.

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And don’t bother telling the tiger either.

He’s a bit miffed.

He was just in his own private pool and when he wasn’t looking someone stole his towel.

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And the Leopard is ignoring everyone. He was quite hurt that the “Wind in the Willows’ didn’t have any leopards in it.

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I don’t know how you snuck in here, little Speke’s Gazelle, but you are too darn cute to be a carnivorious post.

Go on with you now.

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Oh, look what you’ve started. The Nyala is in here now, batting her lashes at everyone.

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And no, the baby bongo has come in too!

He definitely has to go back until those horns grow in..

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I need someone with some common sense to speak to the herbivores..

Hmm, the gorilla is deep in thought..

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Yes, sir..You want me to put a scary carnivore in here..

What kind of scary carnivore?

A Stork?

Oh I see, you mean a Marabou stork..

They eat carrion, frogs, fishes, other birds, small animals, garage and well pretty much anything that they can fit in their mouth.

That’s one strange bird.

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Well that’s done the trick.

Everyone ran back to where they’re supposed to be.

Alright then, have a good one folks!

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

Birdstalking Part 2 or How the Catbird Sought Revenge..

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Hello.

I’m trying to come up with a better opening line that that.

But I’m exhausted.

Tuckered out, you might say. Dog tired, bushwhacked, fatigued, lethargic, pooped even.

I mean downright weary.

Why? Well, let me tell you why…

There’s a catbird living in my tree.

That’s right a catbird, I said. To be specific, a Grey Catbird, also known as the Slate Colored Mockingbird.

For those of who you have never met a catbird, yes, they do meow.

They also cluck and cackle and caw. And they coo and cheep and twitter and peep.

And occasionally they whistle.

But the one thing they never do, the One Thing no catbird would ever dream of, the ONE THING that never ever, in the history of animal kind, a catbird has ever done is to..

SHUT UP!!

They sing in the morning, they sing at night.

They sing in the dark, they sing in the light.

They sing when they’re hungry and happy and sad.

They sing when they’re excited, tense or mad!

(They also make me write like a Dr. Seuss wannabe. That mocking thing is contagious)

So I decided to fix his little red wagon and fry his chestnuts. He was done as dinner.

I turned back to my bird stalking ways. I cleaned my camera lens and it was on..

I tried in vain to get a photo of him with his mouth shut.

But I only managed to get photos of him with his mouth open.

He was singing to the left…

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He was singing to the right..

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Hmmmm… that’s not working…I need help…

Oh Mr Hummingbird, thank you for offering your services. Yes, you stick your tongue out at him.

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Oh dear, Mr Hummingbird. Yes it is awfully hard to mock a mockingbird. They enjoy it, the sickos.

But thank you for trying. I appreciate the effort.

Mr. Cardinal? You have an idea, you say?

You’re going to give him the Awesomely Malevolent Evil Eye as only a Cardinal with a capitol ‘C’ can?

Wonderful..Give it your best shot.

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Hmmm, Nice, but no banana.

Mr Bluejay, You’re going to what!?! Screech it away?

No!! No!! It’s a mockingbird!! For the love of God!!! Don’t teach it how to screech!!

Sorry, beg your pardon, lost my composure for a minute. It really is mimicking you quite well.

Yes that is how you sound, you can sit up in that tree and be as offended as you like but that is the noise that you make.

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So finches? Any ideas?

You’re too busy playing ‘One Finch, Two Finch, Three Finch, Four!’ to help out a friend?

Yes I do realize catbirds chase cats. And dogs. And hawks and sometimes people too.

I also know that it’s been observed that other birds will actually line up and watch them when they are doing so.

It’s true. Everyone loves a show.

Fine, finches, go on with your game.

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I think I know what will do it.

That’s right I called the Great North American White Wookie. It says…

“Arggggg…grrrr…gargle…gargle… arggggg!!!!”

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Nothing? Really?

Well, I guess it’s time to ask the Honorable Zen Master Tree Frog for advice..

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Hold up now. It’s upset you too? The Honorable Zen Master Tree Frog?

The Catbird stole your moves? and your mating calls?

The Nerve! The Gall!  The sheer unadulterated insolence of that Grey Catbird slash Slate Colored Mockingbird!

Dummy! Come quick! The Honorable Zen Master Tree Frog needs you!

That’s a good Dummy, you cheer him up and I will settle this for once and for all.

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Catbird, I didn’t want to have to do this. You left me no choice.

It shouldn’t have come to this but when you push people to extremes they go to…well..extremes.

By the power invested in me as President, Vice President, Treasurer, Clerk, Recorder and Supporting Cast of Birdstalkers Anonymous (Quad Cities, IA/IL Chapter) I call the..

The …

Get ready folks…

The..

Hide the children…

The..

Avert your eyes…

The (and this is the technical name)..

The Dastardly, Heinous, Ghastly, Loathsome, Menacing, Razor Toothed, Jagged Jawed, Mother Nature, that is one mean looking mother but it does have exceptionally pretty eyes for a goose Goose.

We call him Al for short.

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So what do you have to say now Catbird?

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Yea, I thought you’d have nothing to say

Wait a minute..What is that? Humidity? Oh it’s Hot!  I guess it’s time to turn on the Central Air so my house doesn’t turn into an oven. You know when I turn on the Central Air so my house doesn’t turn into an oven, I can’t hear outside.

Never mind, Catbird. Carry on.

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Now I have some peace, I can get back to painting.

This is from a photo in Wetcanvas‘s RIL by Dave Slaughter. Thank you to him for it’s use.

This is acrylic, 4×4 inches and it’s a Mountain Bluebird.

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

Aimless wanderings…

It’s been a good week for aimless wandering.

I wandered here and there and to and fro.

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I met a swan

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And a crocodile

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And an iguana

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And a boa constrictor all nicely tucked in.

It may actually be a python..

I was too distracted by his pretty blue marks to ask.

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I also saw a butterfly.

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And a burl oak tree (the cemetery is from the mid 1800’s)

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I visited a mill, built in 1850.

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And drove under a rock processing plant. The quarry is on the other side of the road and the rock travels in that tunnel over the road. They made the road curvy to boot so tempting as it is to speed under the tonnes of rock going by overhead, it’s not a good idea.  A bunch of sadists made that road.

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And I painted this from a reference photo by Pippin on Wetcanvas for a monthly challenge in the Miniature forum.

It’s acrylic, 5×3 inches and painted on my favorite black background.

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And now like the elephant, I am ready for a nap.

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

 

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge..Two Subjects.

This week’s weekly photo challenge is to take a photo with two subjects.

I couldn’t resist as someone stuck their big fat head in the way, giving me two subjects.

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If you would like  to participate in the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge follow this link.

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

Avian Obsessions

I, yes I! I have been accused of nefarious misdeeds.

Contemptible, despicable, nefarious misdeeds.

I have been accused of …(oh the horror)…of

BIRD STALKING!

Sure I occasionally take photos of birds..

Like this pelican I saw today over the Mississippi.

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And  this one is actually a photo of a turtle. The black swan just jumped right in and hogged the shot.

Black Swans are like that.

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Speaking of black swans, did you know there are also black ducks?

Yes, yes there is.

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And in this shot, the sparrow  landed right on the lion’s fence. I was taking a photo of the fence to make sure it was secure and all.

What a showoff.

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As for this odd little goose, I don’t’ even know what it is.

But it’s so pretty…

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This Canadian goose appears to be up to something. I had to take his photo, lord knows what he’s planning.

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And you know peacocks are soooo vain, he insisted I take his photo.

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Oh sure I know what you’re thinking..

Excuses, excuses…

I mean it’s not like I’m following them home..

(baby wren)

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Or watching them bathe..

(Mourning dove)

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Or eat…

(flicker)

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Some of them like this bird  (I don’t what it is) come right into my house, well my garage anyway.

This one looked so haughty, he obviously wanted his photo taken.

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I mean I can stop anytime..

(cardinal)

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Seriously it’s not a problem..

Ignore the skeptical look on his face, eagles always look like that.

They’re very cynical birds..

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People can say what they like, to me, it’s water off a duck..

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I can, yes I can do other things

Like right now for instance, I’m feeling creative.

I’ll take a 3 x 5 piece of card and some construction paper and some glue and I have my scissors and and…

Oh….

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Okay, maybe I do have a small bird stalking problem.

A very small problem, I’m sure no one else has noticed yet.

Raise your hand if you’ve noticed..

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Alright then, that’s it.

Unless I see another cool bird.

I mean I can’t quit cold turkey.

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{Note to self…remember to check spelling of “obsessions” before naming post “obessesions”….Oops.}

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

Duckzilla and the dancing chickadee…

Once upon a time, in a land far away (well not too far away, I mean it was actually quite close) there lived a terrible monster.

Grrr! it said! “I will stomp on EVERYTHING!” it said.

“Everything in the water” it clarified for all who were listening.

“I am Duckzilla!” it yelled for further effect.

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Then it tripped.

And it was so mortified, it came out of the water, shook itself off and behaved itself for the rest of it’s life.

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Meanwhile, back on the ranch, a chickadee was doing the Hop.

“Let’s go to the Hop..oh baby”

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A swan was having a serious chat with some fish.

Swans do like to carp.

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As a heron eavesdropped for any good tidbits of gossip.

He was very koi about it.

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A real monster stared cross-eyed at the tree fuzz on his nose and wished he didn’t have hayfever.

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While a little dog begged for a treat.

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So he was given one and all was well.

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And everyone was happy.

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012

It’s Spring!

Spring! Spring!! Spring!!!

Makes me sing sing sing!!

What a grumpy looking cardinal!

Cheer up Buddy.

It’s Spring!!

No? Hmmm. I wonder if he’s heard about Zeus’s bird catching abilities.

That’s right Zeus, my lab, catches birds.

He doesn’t hurt them. He simply catches them then stands around looking like a fool with wings flapping from both sides of his mouth.The birds freak out of course. Lab spit just isn’t a good cologne during mating season. Normally they prefer Old Spice.

I think he thinks they’re small planes. We live near an airport where many hobby planes are. I quite like them myself especially the old painted bombers. Zeus thinks he can catch them too. No such luck so far though.

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He’s been trying to catch this flicker, but he tends to stay up high. He looks like such a soft sweet bird but let me tell you when his suet is out that bird yells his fluffy little head off.

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So I told Zeus to stop catching birds. It’s weird.

To which he replied..

“Birds! I wasn’t catching birds! I was catching little planes!”

*sigh*

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In the meantime since my eyes are feeling a bit better I’ve been doing some quick sketch paintings to get back into the swing of things.

This is an acrylic of the sun setting over the Mississippi. It’s 5×7 and I spent about 20 or so minutes on it. It seems to me to be a bit off balance. The positive and negative spaces aren’t doing it for me. I do like the way the blues came out. They’re a combination of prussian blue, violet blue, olive green and naples yellow with a bit of white (all Liquetex brand).

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I also did this 8x 10 of my grandmother from a very crumbly photo circa 1920. There were parts of her face that were not distinguishable so I used my sister Yvonne’s face. She’s a cutie with lovely brown cow eyes.

This is also acrylic and I spent about 30 to 40 minutes on it. This is just a quick sketch for a real portrait eventually. I’m not sure why I signed it, I don’t remember doing that. It must just be habit or my mind is going, either way, it’s all good.

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I hope you all enjoy your first day of Spring and have some time to get out and smell the crocuses, crocusi? crocs maybe?

Beats me, but enjoy them all the same.

Happy Spring!

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012