Each time I paint a little bluebird, it triggers a memory. My dad used to sing a silly song in the mornings, my version of an alarm clock.
Birdie with a yellow bill,
Hopped upon my window sill,
Winked a shiny eye and said,
"Aren't you ashamed, you sleepy head?"Original Oil Painting on 6"x 8" Wrapped Canvas
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