I like to paint in the mornings. I used to take my easel down to the park and paint what I saw, just for practice.
Once I painted a crow sitting on a picnic table. Out of whimsy, I showed it the finished portrait.
The next day, a pair of crows were waiting for me. I painted them too. The day after that, four birds were in my spot.
This morning, I woke up to find a whole flock waiting on my doorstep. I never considered myself a great artist, but it’s true what they say.
Commissions can be murder.

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