Oh so, now birds are falling into into the abyss? What next? You and I? It can’t be any worse than this.

Honestly, the abyss looks inviting when it’s just a bird stand under it.
Oh so, now birds are falling into into the abyss? What next? You and I? It can’t be any worse than this.

Honestly, the abyss looks inviting when it’s just a bird stand under it.

Birdos just want to have fun. It’s hot. It’s the end of the world (as we know it).

He’s missing his coffee cup, that’s for sure. Just looks like a lost birdo without it!

Good Mornin’
Once I finish my morning coffee, I’ll serenade you from the living room window, alright?




Because you can’t draw too many Birdos. There’s no such thing as too many!



Saying hi,
And sending love from my little family’s nest to your little family’s nest.
What is love if not wishing the very best for everyone and holding them in your heart for always, even if they’re not here? Even if they’ll never witness it? Even if it’s a little weird and ridiculous…I guess, let it get weird, and show off your goofy, weirdo smile…
Let it be as awkward as possible!
That would be weirdo birdo!

I love how the sun shines in Fall, particularly late afternoon. It’s just a different golden shade which illuminates the leaves falling, illuminates the shadows that cascade around you. Do you notice it too? It’s my favorite thing about fall. I want to be able to always pause and notice these seemingly ordinary occurrences.
I like to take my walks around the park this time of year to notice what’s taking place. What are the animals preparing for. What should we be preparing for?
I am in a pondering, wondering state of mind. I get this way when I’m thinking sometimes. At least it’s better than the anxious overthinking what I say and do…at least I’m thinking of a grander, expansive picture. Of the world and how tiny I really be.

But this one is different, weirder, and shrouded by its own fears and insecurities. Squawk! Squawk! Waaaaahhhh…
That would be me…ugh.
Just be weird! Just show up as your weird, loving self!
And then overthink about it until the day you die.
What are we talking about? Birds?