I feel like I’ve been working on this story for a long time, although I’ve only just picked up the pencils and begun to draw. (It’s funny how some drawing have to kick around for a while to process!)
A friend wrote this rhyming marvel, and it really should be seen and read.
Here is a section:
In a tree, on a nest, soft and strong,
Sat a speckled owl, waiting so long
For her two white eggs, kept safe and snug,
to become speckled chicks for her to hug.