Birds. I love them. This piece moves all over the place. I have been asked several times if I would sell it. No. Here in the bathroom it has been a conversation piece. One of my grandsons wanted to know if the rust on it was poop. We all had a laugh about that. The beautiful gardenia soap was a gift from a favorite niece. I can't bring myself to use it. It's beautiful, and it makes me think of her every time I see it. The ironstone platters are part of my continued hunt.
Caught a nest out of the corner of my eye high up in a cottonwood tree near work, so I turned around, pulled in the parking lot and found this magestic bird hanging out a couple feet from it overlooking the Sammamish River (slough).