…both Kevin and I have been making art but Kevin has actually finished pieces
The first is a sketch of a rabbit I did back in February but I thought in honour of Easter I would bring it back to show you. The next two are ones that Kevin did on Procreate. The first is his ‘scruffy little fox’ and the second his his Easter Bunny. He wasn’t going to make an Easter drawing but he just couldn’t help himself. I did do some more on my larger piece but I’m not ready to show the progression quite yet.
…thanks to Leya for hosting this week’s Lens Artists Photo Challenge
Many of these photos were taken at art galleries in London, England and here in Toronto. Others are from the Toronto zoo and from the Highgate Cemetery in London. The one of my son-in-law is a selfie he took because he knew he was being followed by that fox. Being followed by a fox is the creepy part for me not my son-in-law.
….most wildlife at the cottage is pretty much unseen
When I arrived at the cottage last week I heard from a couple of my neighbours that a fox and her four kits lived close by. Usually the fox stay back in the woods but this mom and her family have been seen during the day checking out the area around the cottages looking for handouts.
The second night at the cottage I heard a very loud and strange sound. At first I thought it was the young man next door sneezing loudly. When I heard it a second time it sounded more like a woman screaming. The third yelp was clearly closer to the cottage and the sound was a half animal and half human cry. After several strange screams I heard the neighbours start to come out of their cottages.
D from next door was walking up the road with her head lamp on and soon saw that the noise was coming from the mother fox. She continued with her crying for a little while longer but we have no idea why she was so traumatized. Eventually she left and the rest of the evening was relatively quiet. There has been some speculation that the fisher in the neighbourhood may have gotten one of her kits.
Like I said earlier much of the wildlife on the island stays out of site and in the evening when you’re walking along a path you have to be careful not to step on the toads. One evening I went to the water barrel to wash my hands and I heard a rustle in the leaves. When I looked down I saw the biggest toad I’ve ever laid eyes on. With the aid of my lantern I was able to get a couple of shots of him before he jumped away.
Mama Cormier 