“Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.” Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Leah came in one day for a dead owl head. Later a dead bird. and then another. and another. now she has a sleeve of dead birds and for something unplanned and pieced together i couldn’t be much happier. We did some filler yesterday and it’s nearly finished. The last birds i did the other day are still peeling in the photos but i will get some fully healed pictures up soon.

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