A few days ago, I finished a painting of a chickadee. I love chickadees, because they are the ones that watch out for danger. We have a hawk nearby, and when the chickadees give the alarm, all the other birds go completely still until the most alert chickadee gives the “all’s clear” signal. Here he is, painted larger than life (81/2 X 11 inches on canvas board). Just a quick note: when I paint a bird, my roommates and I give them names. The other day, I came up with the name “Wilburforce.” It seemed to fit somehow. Wilberforce, the chickadee.