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Brother Hamilton had been rolling ones all day. The Emperor wasn’t shining on him at all. @GW_officialuk
The redcap is a painted bird and beautiful its feathers are; In early spring its voice is heard. While searching thistles brown and bare; It makes a nest of mosses grey. And lines it round with thistle-down; Five small pale spotted eggs they lay. In places never far from town'
Eva likes to add a splash of colour to her wardrobe. I mean it’s made of her feathers but you get the statement.
Some fun commissions I’ve worked on recently. Always feel free to message me, if your interested in getting something drawn up.