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I had not painted for almost a year when I suddenly became inspired to do some art. (I placed another painting of three gobblers earlier on this site.) The painting, “the Resting Post-Barn Owl” came to be because I received a notice from the Pennsylvania Game Commission of a contest for a Barn Owl. At first I let it pass for I knew my skills are professional enough with many artists, but through some encouragement from a couple of friends I decided to work on a composition.

Early sketch idea

Since I have never knowingly seen a Barn Owl, I needed to study from photos. For myself I do not use photos only for colors and patterns. I will not copy another’s work and claim the idea was mine. That is a problem for me for seeing live or even mounts of the owl would have helped my planning. During the thought process I decided to allow the wing to hang down to indicate a relaxed and resting owl. With hindsight that decision may not had been the best for Imany may not understand the resting wing.

The above two sketches were refining of the original concept.

The slapping of paint began in earnest soon and the final painting above was completed and sent via email. Unfortunately, I failed to be selected but never expecting to place makes it earlier to accept my place in the art world.

Early stage of paint slapping.

Odd and End Pics

It is a long story. I had bad service with my phone, and I was disgusted. I decided to cancel but the customer service was terrible, and I could not obtain a “real” person to explain the issue and to cancel. I had elected to have my monthly bill removed via card. Anyway, my only recourse was to cancel the card and have another one issued to me. Moving forward with this long story, I needed more purchase on my blog site for I was at 12.9 GB. out of 13 GB. So, until I obtained a new card, I was hesitant to place lots of photos for the site. Other problems came to be for the credit card company personnel overlooked adding the new card until a phone call was made.

Hoping you enjoy a few pics from the last month or so.

Bear was out early March.

Bald Eagle nest

Immature Bald Eagle

Foggy Steep Hillside

Song Sparrow

Overlooking the Allegheny River

I recently completed this acrylic painting of three gobblers I the springtime woodlands. It is 16 by 24 inches in size. This is the first painting I have done since my mother had a stroke last June of 2024. I have a fawn painting I had started just prior to her issue and will be working on it soon along with another painting I have started.

Detail of the above painting.

At various times over the last couple of months I had been seeing this bird around my feeders. I recognized the bird immediately as a warbler. Warblers can be very difficult to identify because of various differences between males and females and seasonal feathering changes.

I finally managed to get a good clear photo, and the warbler is known as the Pine Warbler for they like pines. This is a male.

The interesting part of this bird is the fact they migrate and are not supposed to be in Pennsylvania over winter! I can’t help wondering why this little guy stayed here.

Back At It!

Last year I painted very little. I did some art on turkey tail feathers early and began a painting of a fawn. And then it happened…mom had a stroke. With the exceptions of some ink art while I stayed with her I had not painted.

The small painting above is on a Canada Lily. I did the art for my wife at her request. The art has been framed. I am hoping to become more inspired.

NOTE: The Canada Lily is a native wildflower of our area in Pennsylvania. Unfortunately, it is not very common.

Laurie thinks I am nuts to endure such cold weather. The temperature was somewhere in the lower teens, possibly even single digit, with a breeze later in the morning. I dressed for it for I planned to be around once the temps rose towards the forty-degree mark. I knew the deer would be moving.

I heard a squeaking sounding dog high on the top of the hill followed by the rush of running deer. I would later see another dog chasing deer.

I would see two racked deer during the morning hours. I still-hunted the one trying to see how large the “horns “ were. Later I would watch a bigger buck with five does. I stalked this deer to no avail. He always seemed to be just out ahead far enough among the brush to not identify the point number.

As I watched these deer in the shadows of the neighboring hill, I spotted three more deer moving slowly feeding but in my general direction. The deer crossed a gulley that is spring fed. I stood still watching them and allowing them to get closer. The lead deer turned and walked below me. The cross hairs were in place and the twenty-six-yard shot was true.

However, in an adrenalin rush the deer exploded and turned towards the gulley where she crashed. The doe was a big one as the drag would prove to me. The shot was around eleven fifteen. I saw over twenty deer this morning.

Another problem besides the half mile drag was trying to load the big deer into the jeep. I just could not do it. Eventually I called my cousin Bob Smail, and he arrived and the two of us managed to load the deer. Normally I would have butchered the deer myself, but I was tired and decided to drop it off at a deer processing place.

I imagine I might be sore come morning!

In my later years way of thinking I passed on four shots on does but when the hunting mode hit me the instincts took over and a shot was made. I am getting soft hearted with age and the concerns of dragging deer any distance are always present.

Friday, December 6 was my mother Ruth’s 95th birthday. We had a small birthday event at her favorite restaurant…The Cadet! Mom was born on December 6, 1929. Her parents, my grandparents, were James Edward and Mary Elizabeth Yount. Just think of the change she has witnessed. She remembers her dad’s first car. It was a Dodge Desota. around 1940.

Happy birthday !!!!!!!!!!!!!

2024 Deer Season

Recently I alluded to not being able to hunt. I didn’t want to say much at the time because I had a concern of people knowing I wouldn’t be living at my home. I moved into my mother’s home in early October while my sister was dealing with a surgery and staying elsewhere to heal. It must be remembered of my mother’s bad stroke in June.

I didn’t hunt the early muzzleloader season. I managed to go out once in the fall turkey season with success. I failed to hunt the bear season. However, it felt good enough to leave the home to go out for deer on the first day of the 2024 deer season. My mother encouraged the hunt saying she would be fine. I planned a half day hunt.

That first morning I would see plenty of deer including five bucks. I almost shot one legal buck but decided against the action. I guess I wasn’t in the hunting mode for once the deer was identified as a legal buck, the crosshairs were in place and the safety was off. I passed on several antlerless shots too.

I would see a flock of turkeys and hear a pair of Great-horned Owl’s courting. Later I would second guess my decisions. I heard a Screech Owl, too. At one time, I heard running deer. It was a doe being chased by a four-point buck. The two came right to me.

December 2, I was out to hunt again with a different hunting mode in place. I would harvest an antlerless deer. I saw a number of deer that morning, too.

I returned home on December 4 upon my sister’s return. The deer was butchered and ground into burger by December 5th.

A Few Ink Drawings

I have had some time while watching over my ma to do some ink drawings.

The buck drawing needs some more work.

Big Un

I spotted this nice buck in his bed today. He was about thirty yards from me, possibly less.