I was going to post a different painting today, but was woken up in the early hours of the morning with the wind howling from the north-west, a wind that usually brings rain - so far, nothing.
But with this wind (which is par for the course living in Cape Town) comes the worry of a little sparrow's nest which I can see being whipped around in the branches of the tree. It has already blow down once, and those industrious little feathered friends re-built it. Being Spring, I also think there are chicks in there as both the Mom and Dad are constantly popping in and out.
Now I know this is not a painting of a sparrow, but a pastel of a Black Shouldered Kite which is another of John Kennekam's marvellous photos. Just watching and keeping an eye on that nest, made me think of this one.
and this little nest is the one battling for survival in the high winds.