I had been hearing a particular bird, and have concluded, by its upright tail, longish beak, white eyebrow, and the way it clung to the Japanese maple that it was likely a wren of some kind. It was always alone.
Wrens are usually solitary, but still they have a collective noun: a chime of wrens. Together they may compete for food or share it; they can defend their territory and protect one another. Safety and power in the chime.
I bought this woven Japanese cotton, like an elegant denim, and just wanted to make a little quilt with embroidered birds on it.
Velma's cloth was just the bright touch it needed for the binding. (Thank you again, Velma!)
A process shot:
Strength in numbers.
Today marks approximately ten years since I began this blog. Thanks for your support!
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