Day 23, Tomten and the Quail

There are families of quail that come to my feeder. They make me laugh and give me joy. This My cute 15 year old neighbor calls quail "borbs," Birds that are orbs. Seems fitting. In winter, birds puff their feathers out to create an air cushion that traps heat. It's how, even at our subfreezing temps, birds can thrive.

Another Tomte has found his way into paint. This is how I feel about snow, too. They say you paint yourself, so perhaps my true self is a tiny ancient bearded fae who knows the secret language of all the creeping and flying things, rejoices in snow and warm rice pudding with butter. This also seems fitting.