This is the view to the west toward the Bitterroot Mountains.
The Lee Metcalf National Wildlife Refuge is in the valley beyond the trees and this side of the mountains. I can see ducks on the ponds with my spotting scope.
This Northern Flicker (red-shafted) apparently wanted me to paint another Flicker picture with him as the star.
He seems to be trying to convince me by exhibiting unusual poses.
"Here's my profile. Is this pose better?" Go away and leave me alone and maybe I'll think about starting another flicker painting.
"Hey, what about me? You made it into "Birds in Art" competition in 2005 with a painting of us Magpies. Isn't it time for another?"
O.K. I really had to look at this one. Townsend's Solitaires don't show up in the yard regularly.
See? Distractions, distractions. My days seem to be filled with "mugging" birds trying to get famous (they don't know that my paintings won't make them famous.) Guess I'll have to paint at night. I haven't heard any owls here at the house yet.