Hidden Hummingbird

and from Animal Control in real life to fictional entertainment

So I will not be at the above event, but I did design the poster using my own illustrations. This event is hosted by my very skilled cousin Allison Presinger. If you are in the Greater Seattle Area, keep an eye out. These are really fun events.

Do you recognize the hummingbird?

That’s right!! It’s from Inktober. Rowdy Hummingbird. Which really is just redundant.

Literally. I couldn’t find the stamp to recreate the print. But I did find the original printing, and it is precisely what I wanted. So scanned it, cleaned it up, and made it work. The other crazily appropriate illustrations are pen and ink with Copic marker originally made for a Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest winner’s broadside.

I have the actual broadside saved somewhere, both print and digital. But here’s the gist of it, on the pink background. It was for a poem about a hummingbird!

I was so desperate to find that dang hummingbird (it was haunting my dreams) that I tried to replicate it in Adobe Illustrator so I would have a vector version. But I never quite got it to a point I liked.

See? Not terrible, but not nearly as satisfying. I tried adding texture to it, but nothing looked the way I wanted. Then I found the original print! And of course, the day after I turned in the poster, I found the stamp. Well, doesn’t that just figure.

Abe and I just finished the first two seasons of Animal Control. I really enjoyed it! And, strangely enough, it was really good practice for our dog seeing animals on TV. He gets very excited and wants to play with them and boops the screen. Unless he is really taken by surprise, he has mostly stopped booping the TV animals. Or if a dog is being really active, he still freaks out a bit and wants to join. But he is much better! And the third season literally comes out today. So what timing on our part. Not planned at all.

I hope your day gets better from here!
-Angela

P.S. Our small interaction with the Animal Control here was very pleasant. The person who came to get the cat was very nice and helpful. So thank you, person out there who will undoubtedly never read this!

Dearest Diary,

I have reached the end. I am so exhausted. I try to sleep, and the shipmates are gallivanting about. I wake up; they are drooping. And to top it off, they ignore when we are invaded!

A dog appeared in the living room, wearing a headband and running to nowhere. His Sisyphean task completely unacknowledged. A cougar appeared behind a bush on our stairwell, consuming a peacock. I must admit, that was rather pleasant. Have you heard a peacock, my dear diary? I can only imagine the places you have been without me. The peacock is one of the most dreaded noises I could imagine.

Farewell and good night. I must rest before we are assaulted by animals on the morrow. Someone must keep us safe.

All my love,

Dr. WTGoobs