When I am not working on the hand-colouring of 120 birds as part of my forthcoming artists' book A Flight of Twelve Southern Hemisphere Birds, the companion to my unique state artists' book, I can sometimes* be found out and about with Percy and friends, soaking up Spring. Colouring in the beaks of the Antarctic Tern (Sterna vittata), the molluscs that ring the Red Knot (Calidris canutus), and the yellow hued wasps that dance around the Crested Jay (Platylophus galericulatus) is proving enjoyable work thus far, but sometimes a short break for the eyes is needed. In The Royal Botanical Gardens, a (not my team) Collingwood football was found, much to Percy's delight, and we all got to stretch muscles previously forgotten about.
* I say 'sometimes', but it is more rare than this. Most of the time I am working towards finishing this edition of ten, and 120 birds will not colour themselves.
And finally, Percy sings Happy Birthday to G. Kind of.