In the summer, when I take my bird feeder down, I forget how much it means to me to be able to look out my studio window in the winter and see the birds on the feeder.
In the summer, the birds don’t need the food. They migrate back to the wetlands at the farm, and I see them everywhere. The red-winged blackbirds, Killdeers, Turkey Vultures and so many others, that I don’t know the names of, but know are there.
The birds at my feeder bring the color of summer flowers to my drab winter window. Their movement compensates for not being able to see the sheep and donkeys grazing and the hen pecking around the farm, looking for food.
I don’t know if the birds in the potholders I made today are winter birds. But they make me think of the birds at my feeder. The ones that bring life to these dark winter days.
I love how soft the birds in these images are. I tried to emphasize that quality in the fabric I used to create the potholders around them.
I still have some more that I can make. It took me a while to figure out the feeling I wanted for these, but now I think I’ve got it, so maybe the next few will go more easily.
I’ll work on them again tomorrow.