We went on a long hike today (which will be duly blogged about later this week) and saw some pelicans, which reminded me that I had studied pelicans for drawings earlier this year. My drawing studies sort of came to a screeching halt when the libraries closed. I prefer to draw from books, rather than from images on my device. I tried using our encyclopedias, but the photos weren’t very good.
The Pelican
Who wouldn’t love a pelican?
He’s a classy kind of bird.
He can fish, oh look how well he can,
He’s confident! He’s self assured!
No matter if fish are slippery
His hooked bill holds the catch.
And don’t call his pouch a frippery –
It gathers in fishies by the batch!
O, praise the God of all glories,
That He thought of this splendid bird.
The pelican is one of His stories –
And I hope it’s one you’ve heard.
I think I can do better with the last stanza, but it’ll have to wait. I made some vanilla ice cream earlier today that’s calling my name. Can you hear it?
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
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