Now if they could just do my inking for me
First it’s been snowing, now it’s been blowing (wind, that is). But spring is in my bones. I can feel it, and it makes me happy.
At one point last week, ze birdies discovered (and demanded the enjoyment of) the edge of my art-desk. Usually when I’m drawing, Sin sleeps on my lap while Peeps does whatever-the-heck-he-does underneath the desk. This time, though, I placed them on top of the art-desk.
(Note that this is one of the rare instances when Sin is not petrified by bright blue plastic, but the only reason for that is because most of the blue is covered up by drawing paper).
They liked it so much that instead of demanding to go on my lap like she usually does, Sin demanded to get on the desk. They seem to have forgotten the attraction since, though. But it was cute while it lasted.
Here you see them at various points:
a) just perching and enjoying the view
b) Peeps starting to serenade Sin
c) Peeps continuing to serenade Sin, except the latter grows bored and distracted (you can see the expression on her face: “Ooo, look, paper to chew on!”)
d) Sin perched on the precariously tilted rule
e) Sin back to chewing, while Peeps takes a break from chewing to scratch his neck with one leg and yawn (yes, they are such acrobats. You should see Sin hang upside down)
f) close-up of Peepsy and paper
g) Sin’s turn to scratch
h) and at this point I decided it was time to take them off the art-desk, because the look in Sin’s eyes (“heyyyyyy, what’s that?”) showed that only mischief will ensue now. Think of it as a subtler version of waving-robot-arms going, “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!”