#brumdadrum

a mossy rock or partridge pea a pinecone or a cedar tree-- there's always things to sing about so never let your song go out --- #inktober #inktobird #brumdadrum #ruffedgrouse #balladsofremex #song #smalljoys #partridgepea #inwhichvirginiafinallylearnssomenativeplants #nativeplants https://www.instagram.com/p/CF1xY1aD4LT/?igshid=1lq223gbbjdc8

Another sticker design, of my favorite boy Brumdadrum. Let's get this berry! #brumdadrum #bird #ruffedgrouse #Inktober #almostdone #ink #watercolorpaper #berry #feathers #balladsofremex https://www.instagram.com/p/BplSvZ6lQlq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xbwq81ettj8o

"Sometimes the road ahead is unclear. Sometimes there are so many possible paths, to choose one feels like giving up on the rest. Sometimes the things we leave behind tempt us to turn around and run backwards. But at the end of the day, there is only one way to go--forward." #painting #reflection #snow #BoR #brumdadrum #watercolor #ink #art #life (at Vermont)

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Brumdadrum and The Soldier, Once More "When solemnly the woodfrogs peep, Brumdadrum is fast asleep! When deep holes all the moles have dug, Brumdadrum snacks on a bug! When snakes are sunning on the rock, Brumdadrum takes a little walk! When chipmunks squeak above the--" "You don't ever, by any chance, walk along without singing, do you? In silence?" The soldier could not take it anymore. It was the third day of this journey since the Battle, and his initial gratitude to his.. benighted but musical savior was wearing thin. Brumdadrum peered brightly over his shoulder at the injured towhee on his back. "No! Why would I, when there are so many tunes to make up?" The towhee groaned and wished for unconsciousness, but he was in fact feeling much better. They had maybe two days left before they reached the Old Mothers at Brumdadrum's ambling pace, according to the the would-be bard. Brumdadrum had mixed a salve of unknown ingredients--not Soothtouched, for certain--and bound it over the soldier's burns. He'd also set Trinkyr's broken wing.  Trinkyr had to admit that the grouse was a talented healer, despite his lack of Soothsong.  Though if he lacked all predilection towards singing, that would be even better. As though his cheerful caretaker could read minds, Brumdadrum cleared his throat, and began to coo once more. "When soldier bird opts to complain, Brumdadrum sings his song again!" #Inktober #inktober2018 #birds #brumdadrum #ink #art #illustration #storytelling #balladsofremex #bor #trinkyr #easterntowhee #ruffedgrouse (at Charlottesville, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BocmzgfhoCe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d8malpv8hioj