Siobhan Muir (@SiobhanMuir) flew the highest this week and takes her thirteenth win!
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Bianca scowled at the canvas in front of her and tried not to let the despair overcome her. It looked like watered-down dirt, frankly. She’d seen the watercolors in the art supply store’s window and decided to take a stab at painting. The view from her back deck was glorious – beautiful autumn colors with splashes of sunlight illustrating the greens and russet browns. But her skills at capturing them were definitely lacking.
Right, I totally know which itty-bitty gears and screws go in an intricate clock, but I can’t make a landscape with dripping paint.
She wondered if she could hose the canvas off, let it dry, and start over from scratch. Or never touch the paints again. She snorted. Giving up wasn’t her style, but she definitely had no natural ability. Better watch some YouTube videos on watercolors for beginners. Bob Ross I am not.
She set her brush in her rinse jar and grasped the canvas to take inside, wondering if she could use her dish sprayer to remove the offending brown smears. But motion among the trees at the edge of her property made her stop and look up. Two wolves flashed into view between the trunks, one dark brown with black points on his ears, tail, and shoulders, the other more silver with gray points and a slighter stature. An adult with a juvenile.
Bianca held still and watched them with amazement and gratitude. With humans overcrowding the world and pushing other species to extinction, any moment with wild animals felt like a gift. She watched as both wolves stopped and swung their gazes to hers. She shivered with their intelligent awareness as they turned and melted into the wooded gloom.
She let out the breath she held and grinned. Real wolves in her backyard!