In Dallas, long ago, I (not yet fully Gadora Wilder) shared life with a man breaking into the film industry. We drove a lot back then (Texas takes pride in showy vehicles with super high mileage) and somewhere between Dallas and Ft. Worth we spotted a pair of hungry hawks perched high on a freeway post. It was a rare and regal sight, and I offered out loud that it’d be a great name for a post production company: Two Hawk Post. He and I didn’t make it, nor did the post production outfit, but occasionally sunny days in Texas offer spirit-lifting, hawk-spotting opportunities along the wide and busy freeways.
Adam Welz ~ Santa Ana, TX*
This weekend Austin’s hawks were out. The air was crisp, the skies sunny. Gadora spotted at least TEN red-shouldered, rufous tailed Hawks perched high above the Texas roads. More than one post held two birds of prey. *Gadora borrowed a pic from Adam Welz’ library, as it proves quite difficult to snap a shot of hawks along the freeway while behind the wheel.
Never once thought about bringing these birds indoors, but found some folks who have…
Folks, today was a BIG day. I’ve always been fond of Hump Day. I’m still panting. Received an email on Monday that one of my Animal Prints made it into the magical hands of an Editor at DailyCandy and they LOVED it. They were fact-checking. Gadora knew to get ready.
DailyCandy - June 17, 2009
Above is a snippet, and here is the IN DOG WE TRUST story… (< click it!) Needless to say when I awoke (über early with anticipation), I headed straight to my inbox. And there they were. YOUR pet pictures.
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Chihuahuas. Labradors. Labradoodles. A Vizsla. A Wheaten. A dearly-missed Whippet. Could I paint a horse? Half-breeds. Mutts. Calico Cats. Etc. Etc. Etc. And along with each precious email came an even better story. Gadora had immeasurable fun today talking with you about your pride in your pets. Next, I’m off to paint them…
DC, you ARE Top Dog. The Cat’s pajamas. The Bee’s knees. And quite possibly the Clam’s garters. And I thank you.
Just home from a girls’ weekend in Crescent City, Mardi Gras beads remain in the trees, dangling like lazily sunning snakes. We girls shared good, good eats, a patio Hurricane then a couple of two-steps at the Rock-n-Bowl, a breezy open-window ride on the olé trolley car down St. Charles to counter service at The Camellia Grill, and so much more. It was indeed a great time with The Girls.
Wish they all could be California Girls...
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Sarah’s sister in California has hens, and it’s her birthday. Like most party girls, hers love to have their picture taken. Besides, Gadora read recently there’s been a resurgence of Urban Coops (and she knows the joys of the birds on her parent’s Funny Farm)! It’s great to see the girls so happy.
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Egg-straodinaire time at The Camellia Grill
Back to The Camellia Grill. Eggs piled sky-high in the rear of the kitchen at the best lil diner I’ve ever waited 30+ minutes to get into. Once seated side-by-side and stretched along the counter, we girls ordered our egg sandwiches and milkshake chasers with a front row view of our meals coming together. The diner and Riverbend-institution closed after Katrina but now serves birthday wishes and greasy smiles to locals and tourists alike.
This weekend was a Big Easy, indeed.
While Gadora never knew Budgie to be a Guy Noir fan, we hear “he really loves A Prairie Home Companion… he’s a variety show kind of bird.” Not surprising given how colorful his Mother is. Budgie does like his space, it’s reflective and quaint. And though he’s never flighty, he knows the sensation of soaring through Lake Wobegon, if even only through the airwaves.
What a wonderful feeling...
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Birdie in the House