I like to joke about cats and bird feeders in my paintings, but the truth is that whenever Jones brings me a 'gift' I am less than pleased. Today I had just finished my Bird Feeder painting, and turned around to find this poor deceased grackle on the floor. I don't know whether it was a victim of Jones, or whether it just died and the dogs brought it in, but I couldn't help but feel I'd manifested it in some way. My next painting will have to be one of cats and birds as friends!
R.I.P. grackle