Song Bird Pins and Buttons

Bird Days by Loui Jover

Beni Shoga Animal Collection 2017. Song Bird

Bird Sing Song

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Son of a Son of a Sailor

You know those cute little birds that sing so sweetly in the morning? Their melody is the song of the warrior. They sing of battle and glory, of building a nest from the bones of their enemies. Theirs is a birdbath of blood. Valhalla!

Nlackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life, you were only waiting For this moment to arise

Song Sparrow, one of my backyard birds of the PNW.

Chalkboard style!

The epitaph worthy Leonard Cohen lyric...

In the snowy winter night,little bird sing a song for his friend

Your Song inspired illustration

The woods of Valen are filled with a beautiful song at night. What is the source of this strange and unearthly music? And does it have anything to do with the mysterious blue flowers that sometimes bloom there?

Love Birds, Together forever.

Uh oh - it’s a disco nightmare prickly pear asteroid ball! Put on your dancing shoes and head for the hills! Look closely… you may see dancing birds with long curved beaks and the essence of a lion head below the asteroid disco ball. Photography + Image Blending & Digital Effects

Three little birds with Rasta colored paint.

fer.al Kitsune with Song Bird and Eureka Items

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As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t’other say, ‘Where sall we gang and dine to-day?’ ‘In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. ‘His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady’s ta’en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ‘Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane, And I’ll pike out his bonny blue een. Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair, We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare. ‘Mony a ane for him makes mane, But nane sall ken whare he is gane: O’er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.’

Goose singing karaoke

Magpie Song

A song sparrow

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Acrylic painting of an old barn with rolling, snowy landscape and a big birch tree.

A digital vector illustration of a carton blue tit

After the rain... the dawn chorus as the sun rises.. Original art works by Lesley Pearson @ jellygnomes

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill

Ukelele for life!

Bioshock Infinite spin on the classic Walt logo

illustration by hd connelly

illustration by hd connelly

illustration by hd connelly

If only the best birds sang, the forest would be silent. - Henry Van Dyke

Art: Roger Smith

Cardinal bird painted in watercolors on paper.