We're calling him Dirty Bird. I have no idea why.
It took me four hours to make him. I really hate sewing, but I was determined to make him. I want to make more. I'm sure if I do I'll get quicker at it. At least I hope so. I added my own flair...do you see it? It's the hairy pink tail feathers.
It's time for a glass of milk, Buttermilk Candy, bed, and a few chapters of my book. It's way past my normal time to retire to my happy place. The dogs have been following me around wondering what the deal is. They are such creatures of habit and notice any change in the normal routine around here.
Talk at ya on Monday. I've been promised a cold front by the weatherman...cold enough for a fire in the morning with my coffee and crochet hook! I'm SO looking forward to that. Nightie-night.