The Replete Note Book : Dogs of a Feather

 While the old dog, after the necessary investigations and settling down, sat still in the morning sun at the front of the Tree House Cafe at Belongil, the two birds foraging at the recently vacated table were of an entirely different feather to draw, there for a few seconds and gone, leaving only a pen outline and me scribbling a side note on colour.

These two drawings filled up the last two pages in my small sketch book and there is a odd satisfaction in both finishing one notebook and starting another that is entirely out of proportion with the contents, a puzzle to consider further.

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