Garden Birds

All the to-ings and fro-ings, flitterings, flutterings, and fledglings of garden birds has been something to behold.

I’m trying not to anthropomorphize as I watch the stories of these bird families unfold.  Nature is urgent and intense, survival urgent, and reproduction urgent.

The strength and vigour of these cycles are captivating and potent.  I reflect on my human form, by comparison, slack, unprepared and less sturdy than I would like.

Still, there is such delight and pleasure in taking time to watch.  And make, create, carve and sculpt as a result.  I feel a natural power then.

Garden Bird sculpture carved in Yorkstone.