magpie

I’ve got to stop drawing birds. The turkey reminded me of family and the quail reminded me of California. And together they both reminded me of the “pet” magpie that my great grandfather had in a outdoor cage in Atascadero. When you walked along side the cage the bird would come close and whisper “I’ll get you.” It took me a few months to figure out that my great grandmother hated that bird and would periodically tell it so (in so many words, that is.)