It's a Jungle in There

Well, I got just a few sketches done at the aviary yesterday. Spent most of my time feeding, ruffling feathers  and flirting with the birds. I also got pooped on, had to defend my Lamy fountain pen against mischievous double-teaming feathered marauders and retrieve my top button from Morgan's beak, which he had somehow removed from my shirt while I just thought he was snuggling under my chin. (Thanks, Lynn, for getting it back . . . somehow.) Aviary sketching is not for the faint of heart. It's a jungle in there!