Entries by Christine

New Work. Epitaph : Untold Inscriptions On a Tablet

We added my latest piece to the sculpture meadow over the weekend and I’m really happy with it. Epitaph: Untold Inscriptions on a Tablet is an interactive, experiential meditation on impermanence and intangibility that encourages us to explore the separate existences of our inner and outer selves. Wow, that sounded way more artist-statementy than I’m usually […]

Celebrating Step-Father’s Day

I spent the better part of yesterday and this morning cursing the new male who’s been hovering around the nest for the last two days or so since the father of the current brood disappeared. I cursed him for having the gall to appear at all during such a challenging time (for both the female […]

The Deep Heartbreaking Blues.

While we were away these last two days I noticed whenever I peeked into the bluebird nest on my phone I was only seeing the mother feeding the nestlings. The second brood (from a new pair,) now about six days old, looked frail and shaky, hardly able to keep their heads lifted, but still cried […]

Abandoned Catbird Nest

I’d been watching with interest as a Catbird pair built this nest in the Oriental Lilac just outside the workshop window. After having assembled a loose bramble of sticks in the palm of a few branches I happened to see when one of them brought a long strip of discarded (not by us) shipping tape, […]

Another Family

The first egg of the season’s second brood (with new parents) was laid bright and early this morning, before I’d even had the chance to upload videos of the nest building! The first of which is shown below. It feels new every time!

Bluebirds of Unhappiness

This last week has been heartbreaking in Bluebirdville. The good news is that all four hatchlings are alive and well at least as of this morning. But they’re orphans. I’ve been trying to write about the loss of the father, only days after the loss of the mother, but words are being strangled by a […]

But I Do.

Mother Blue appears to be gone, there’s been no sign of her since late Tuesday afternoon. My heart’s a little heavy. Okay, not a little. I have a video clip of her in the empty nestbox, apparently surveying my post-fledge cleaning skills. In the clip she looks right at the camera and pecks it like […]