Breezy

Just a quick sketch for Illustration Friday. Every day on my drive home from work I watch the birds hanging out on the power lines (while I’m stopped at the lights--not when I’m actually driving.) I always wonder what they are thinking and why they keep moving. They will look perfectly happy perched in one spot…and then randomly decide they want to fly over to the power line across the street. Do they see a friend over there? Did the new bird that just flew over to the line they were on offend them in some way? Anyway…this is Oklahoma and half the time the birds get blown backwards no matter how vigorously they flap their wings (the other half of the time is when they actually decide to fly in the direction the wind is gusting.)