The pregnant bird: painting birds on the yellow cupboard

well after finish the bird story I'll tell you what happened to me after the cabin was built about seven years ago or so a friend of ours at George McKisca's they sold me cabinet, steel cabinet, very cheaply. In fact, they practically gave it away to me.

And so I had a can of junkie yellow paint, kind of enamel, so I painted inside and outside being new and nice looking in the cabin. And it was to put different things like some dishes and cups and glasses and a little wine that was a gift to me by different folks.

And I treat my company when they come If they are old enough to have a little wine, I give them. If they take a taste of it, it's all homemade different kinds, you know, and that. So, I, uh, on Sunday morning, well, we went in the afternoon, 5 .30 mass in summertime.

And so I thought, well, now is my time. So 8 o 'clock on Sunday morning, I swept up and fixed the beds and stuff, and put the chicken in the oven and all that. And I was ready to go to my cabin, and I stayed there.

a few hours, you know, chicken was being done in the oven. So I looked at that yellow cupboard, you know, and I thought, well, I got it cheered up a little bit. So I made kind of a green, green wreath all around each door, you know, and there's two doors, you know.

And then I says, well, it's still, little cherries I put in little blue flowers and stuff in this wreath, you know, around. And I still didn't like it. I thought, oh, I got to go put something else on.

And so I got a bright idea of painting some birds. So I looked in one booklet that somebody gave me from Chicago, and they didn't look natural, but then I figured, so what, I'll imitate. So I put two birds on top on a little branch, and they still didn't look good to me.

So I put two, three more branches on each panel of the cupboard, and I start painting all, I thought, got this. be a robin red vest. And so I start putting in that chest, you know, on the back and the tail and everything.

While the cupboard was standing up, you know, and my hand slipped a little getting old and the hand was kind of heavy. So it made the bird a little too fat, you know. So then I stopped painting and I took two chairs and I carried the empty cupboard and put it flat, like lay the cupboard down, you know, with the doors to the top.

And I refixed the best I couldn't, give it to wings and stuff, and beak and eyes. I said, well, you don't look so bad. So then I started different colored birds, red ones, and the two bluebirds and whatever.

And just what I wanted, what I liked, and I figured, well. So then I quit, and I painted another picture of something and went home to eat my chicken dinner. Well, a few days later, about a week later maybe, three or four of my grandchildren come to visit me to the cabin on Sunday.

And a six -year -old, five or six -year -old, she said, looked at the birds in the cupboard, and she says, this is just beautiful. But tell me, why is this one so fat? She says, she's way too fat, this here bird.

and her other sister's about two years older. She nudged her with her elbow in her tummy, and she says, oh, be quiet. She says, don't you see a pregnant bird when you see one? So I thought that story to many people when they come.

I says, don't you see a pregnant bird when you see one?