Hen Woody
I have a really special spot in my heart for hen wood ducks. Maybe the way the seem to fly at 40mph directly into a wood duck box that my daughter and I constructed and hung in the winter. Maybe its their sassy little call as they fly by my spread and tell me there’s not a chance in hell they’re going to stop. But as I think about it - I love painting them. I love the warmth in their feathers which I obtain with layers and layers of paint. This gal is no exception - she’s really special.
I have a really special spot in my heart for hen wood ducks. Maybe the way the seem to fly at 40mph directly into a wood duck box that my daughter and I constructed and hung in the winter. Maybe its their sassy little call as they fly by my spread and tell me there’s not a chance in hell they’re going to stop. But as I think about it - I love painting them. I love the warmth in their feathers which I obtain with layers and layers of paint. This gal is no exception - she’s really special.
I have a really special spot in my heart for hen wood ducks. Maybe the way the seem to fly at 40mph directly into a wood duck box that my daughter and I constructed and hung in the winter. Maybe its their sassy little call as they fly by my spread and tell me there’s not a chance in hell they’re going to stop. But as I think about it - I love painting them. I love the warmth in their feathers which I obtain with layers and layers of paint. This gal is no exception - she’s really special.