The forlorn brown bird

This small brown bird was perched on our porch early this morning with the temperatures in the teens and fresh snow covering the ground and steps. It appeared to be cold and forlorn not knowing how to cope with the sudden disruption in its daily survival activities. As I approached the window for a closer look, it became aware of my presence then flew away.

The scene was so touching, I had to sketch it while meeting with my artist friends on ZOOM today. We gather together each Tuesday to do our artwork and critique each other’s work. The sketch was drawn from memory plus I was able to snap a quick photo to use for reference.