Monday, September 22, 2008

My friend Steve's cat brought him a dead bird, so he mummified the legs and requested that I make him an earring.

1 comment:

Little Brown Sparrow said...

Beautiful piece!

My mum used to say the same thing to me back in the days when I had a rather substantial collection of claws and wings (roadkills and naughty neighbour kitties). Then one day I explained to her it was my way of keeping the memory of the bird, a sort of tribal/pagan momento mori for the animal spirit. Then I had her appreciate the dragon scale on a crow's foot. She understood after that. :)