Yes, that’s a barred owl. Poor thing. I found him along the roadside yesterday and quickly painted him — before the bugs started eating him. So today I decided to add a background. I set up my easel and chair in front of the studio, looking down on twigs and needles from the tamarack tree. Picasso (my smartest, most beloved cat) supervised the whole time. In fact, half the time he insisted on sitting on my lap, luxuriating in cuddles and praise. We both were happy — the sun was shining (well, sort of) and it was a balmy 50 degrees.
Here’s my setup for a rough day at the office:
And here’s Picasso, enjoying being with “his mommy”.
Wondering what a barred owl sounds like? Check this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbL-LfGNMl4
What did I do with poor Mr. Owl? I took him over to Raven Hill Discovery Center last night and donated him. Hopefully they’ll get him stuffed for display. Although I would imagine owl tastes rather like chicken…..