I was just clearing up my art equipment for the day’s activities, and I couldn’t resist one last little go with the Big Chungus, so here are some baby birds of paradise.

By the way, writing the plural for Bird-of-paradise reminded me of seeing the stage play Shadowlands about C. S. Lewis and Joy Gresham. I remember laughing at the bit where Lewis debates whether he should be ordering gin and tonics or gins and tonic. This is just the sort of thing that delights my brain. But alas, I’m not sure these work so well as Bird-of-Paradises.

I forgot to give the Spotty-Pyjama-B-O-P a tail. By rights, there should be a stumpy one at least.