I kind of have a thing for teensy little birds. I like real birds, too, but tiny bird sculptures are much easier to care for. It’s funny - I was talking with my mom how I got some new ones in the mail and she told me that my grandmother loved to collect bird figurines, too, which I had either never known or totally forgotten. It’s unfortunate that she never had access to etsy, which is where most of these come from.
These little guys came from the same etsy seller. Yes, that dust is meant to be there, why do you ask?
This is the only non-etsy bird. It’s a votive holder, but it has no candle. My house is enough of a fire-trap already, what with all the books and dust. The last thing I need is actual flames.
This is a hand-carved wooden
golden-crowned kinglet, which was a gift from P. (If you have cats, I recommend gathering them round and playing the audio on that last link. You’ll thank me later.)
These are not glazed so they’re slightly rough to the touch.
The bluebirds, in their new home.
The ptarmigan arrived today. The adults are glazed but the babies aren’t. The little ones are about the size of my pinky nail.
While I’m at it, a few more bits of art.
(originally posted at
elizawrites.com)