When Oliver invited Ophelia to go star gazing, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.
However, when he looked into those eyes of glistening gold and moved forward to nuzzle her sharp, dark beak… he fell off the limb and bounced not once but twice on his feathered owl noggin. Ophelia thought nothing of it. To her Olly, as she liked to call him, held the key to her fine feathered heart!

Olly and Ophelia sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love,
Then comes marriage.
Then comes an owlet in a golden carriage!

Here’s a quickie…. I can’t seem to put down my sketchbook for sketchbook project 2011.