Good Dog
The other day I found myself wondering, what do animals think of the human hand? It’s such a weird appendage.
The other day I found myself wondering, what do animals think of the human hand? It’s such a weird appendage.
Saw the first butterfly of the season in my tiny urban garden the other day. I was super chuffed. Hopefully it’ll come back when the cherry tomatoes are ready to be pollinated.
If the sun were a hedgehog,
it would sleep all the time,
because they are nocturnal.
I miss doing a drawing every day. So I’m going to take it up again. That said, here is an elephant with a flower.
Here is a holding page for one of my future projects. It’s called Forest Frenemies. I’m in the process of turning all the creatures pictured into knitted finger puppets.
It’s been a hard winter so far, and it’s only December. There have been terrible scenes of starling-related violence outside, and all kinds of species are turning on each other. But poking around, completely unchallenged, is one tiny blue tit. Maybe he’s too small, and none of the other birds see him as a threat.
Spiders are messy eaters. It’s really hard to manage four sets of cutlery.
Because crows tend to be very badly drawn, even in real life.
“Come back!” cried the lizard man, “How could you betray me like this?”
But I did not go back, and I never discovered if he could regrow his arm as he said he could.
Do not eat long pig.