20 steps from my door

Robin, first bird I hear in the mornings, about 3:40 these days. It seems I wait for them to start waking up and calling out to see who else made it through the night. First one chip far away then someone a little closer and soon a jungle chorus is playing outside my door. Everyone survived the dark, the predators the weather.

Time to get busy, survival for the next 16 hours is all about collecting bounty from the earth. No break, no vacation.

I admire them, their deep song and dance and thought I would capture robin with her head tilted ever so slightly, listening for breakfast to shout I'm here! When she found the pink little protein, I felt I had to paint this scene instead.

I pulled my Plein air box out of the van, and set up the easle right there as robins got busy, i got busy. Really happy with the energy put into this painting. I've tweeked it a bit since the photo but it is still fresh and lively.
Terri